Go oldschool to eat
Think of the wind and rain as a welcome to the campground. Little matter. The dog simply curled into a tight ball under the picnic table, we shrugged in unison about the almost inclement weather and rolled over for another round of “on the ground”. Feels good.
Come morning, a chance to introduce the hound to the household, checkout the tridem (think of a tandem with a third place) belonging to the family from coastal New Hampshire and dream of days on the open road. The tridem was set up to “grow with the passenger’s age”, which I found really kind and practical. Ditto for the extended roof rack on their family car.
The version 2.0 of the Sheltered Harbour Café is worth a recommend. More spacious. A better view (harbour beats highway). A larger parking lot. The food? Just as good. In fact, my hake plate was good enough for me to swear off frozen food. Fresh beats factory. A very satisfactory choice, at a price point that leaves fast food in the ditch.
We chased the ferry up the road (it’s a tourist thing) and I tried shooting some video. I have no idea what surprises await when I unload the memory chip from the camera. Actually, I’m convinced that I saw two ferries, but the view from East Point left me bewildered. Were we five minutes too late, or did I imagine things? The other tourists that we met must have considered it to be an Island thing (my ranting about sister ships).
After a well-deserved tent nap, we went out for groceries and chowder.
