Ferry to Hopewell Rocks (8/14/23 Mon)

Yes we had prepared well for the overnight ferry. We watch two episodes of Suits downlloaded from Netflix. It took awhile for both of us to get to sleep, but by breakfast time we both felt rested. A first in what was now four crossings.

A mistake with timezones made me think Badeck was a 90min ride from the ferry and a known great stop. Once committed we went to the Highwheeler Coffee Shop, which was great. But it was too soon to stop and messed up our break timing. It is far better to get a long stint of riding in first. That's normally hard to do with Anne because she wants breakfast first thing. Eating on the ferry solves that, but then I messed it up with my error in timing. But at least the coffee shop is great and has the nicest owners you'll ever meet.

Next stop was a gas and bathroom break just over the Conso Causeway in Nova Sotia. By then the GPS, was insisting that we could not take highway 104 west, and should head 2 hours 20 minutes out of our way to the southern coast. My phone confirmed the road was actually closed, but routes with only a 30 minute delay existed. Back on the bike I selected a route along the northern coast. It was nicer in speeds, scenery and weather than the highway.

Back on the 104 highway we stopped to refuel, eat something and then we continued on. The toll turned out to be a non issue. They use ez-pass (not sure if it's compatible with our US version). They also have tap to pay. Best part is they just let motorcyclists pass through as exempt.

Normal crosswinds west of Amherst, NB. Final refueling in Moncton and off to Hopewell. Anne went to the Rocks Park I to get us a campsite at Ponderosa Pines. I caught up to Anne on the ocean bottom. Turns out she had the low tide time wrong. It wasn't at 1600, it was at 1800. So our 1700 arrival was near perfect.

Hopewell Rocks has changed since our first visit. Erosion doesn't stop. It's still very pretty, but having reference points decades apart is really nice for a place like this. I will have to locate some of the old photos and compare.

Our campsite was at the end of the campground, against the tidal glasses. Same site 414 we camped at years ago with my dad and step mother (and Gary). The location turned out to be buggy and less convenient than expected do to the outhouse doors being screwed closed. But we did sleep well.

Before bed Anne finished the Give Me The Yukon or The Hudson book given to me in Fairbanks by the author. She loved all of the great characters, and the grounded reality of life in Alaska.