There is something rather scary yet cool at the same time about driving onto a ship. The realization that “you can’t get there from here” without crossing an ocean, the tales of tragic ocean crossings and the unique sounds of engines echoing in the steal hull all play with your mind.
We secured our motorcycles in place quite easily. David’s jovial mood and the realization that I am on the adventure of a lifetime push all ominous thoughts aside. These ferries cross from Nova Scotia to Newfoundland and back hundreds of times a year and this is just another crossing. I started laughing and joking with David and the other passengers as we made our way to the deck. It started to feel more like an episode of Gilligan’s Island than the tragic tale to the Titanic. I went in search of Mary Ann and her coconut cream pie.