Race to the Ferry

I have a thing for putting my bike on ferries.

When I saw that there was a ferry between Maine and Nova Scotia, I thought that would be a cool way to complete my ride across North America. I’ll be riding it the opposite direction than I originally planned, but it still works. And jeez, it’s not a cheap ride, even with a bicycle.

The ferry from Bali to Lombok takes about the same amount of time and it costs less than US$10. But I’m sure the ferry to Nova Scotia will have nice coffee and not be full of aggressive children that screech out terrible music and then demand money from every tourist onboard.

Sailing season ends in less than a week. The Fall Equinox has brought Autumn with a colorful bang. Suddenly there is fall foliage everywhere. My first layer of cold weather gear came out of the bottom of my bag, and the second layer a few days later. It’s getting cold again.

The other morning, I literally couldn’t leave Canada. What I mean is, I tried to ride out of Quebec and my bike stopped going. Another broken cable. At least this time, there was a bike mechanic within walking distance.

The Border Guard was super friendly. He and some friends cycled across the country many years ago. We talked about the wind in South Dakota and free camping. I rode into Vermont and then New Hampshire a few minutes later. Because these are the tiny states! The next morning I rolled over some hills and into Maine. Home of Stephen King.