The Princess of Acadia
Bert Gildart: It’s been almost a month to the day that we spent in the Maritimes, 32 days to be exact, and the final day—and night—brought us to the shores of Fundy Bay, where we spent about the same number of hours coping with weather created by an unannounced storm.
For almost 32 hours, we sat in our Airstream as the winds howled and the seas rolled in with such power that the Princess of Acadia was unable to set forth from Digby, Nova Scotia to St. John, New Brunswick.
But the hours we spent were delightful hours, made so by the ferryboat crew constantly checking up on us and keeping us informed about the projected sailing time.
Then, when we finally did sail at 6 p.m. (almost 12 hours late) the same crew advised us that rather than setting forth in the fog when we arrived at 9, that we park in among the logging trucks in the huge St. John parking lot.Because the fog was like London’s classic pea-soup fog, that’s exactly what we did.
Though some of the drivers had to work throughout the night, they drove well around us rather then roaring right by us, which would have been more convenient for them.
The three photographs posted here, best describe our 32 hours spent in two ferry parking lots.
The first two are from the Digby lot, and show the good ship Airstream beneath the good ship Princess of Acadia.
Because the seas were so violent, the life boats provided Janie with much reassurance.
Because the fall foliage was so intense, my photograph from the other side shows the beauty of the province we were about to regretfully leave.
The final photograph shows our “campground” in St. John, New Brunswick, amidst a parking lot full of logging trucks.
June 24th, 2008 at 7:44 am
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