Day 47 – Late night ferry ride

10 Aug

wpid-20140809_143430.jpgGetting to Belleisle Bay yesterday meant we had to take two different car ferries. Neither Sadie nor Seldon enjoy ferries, but they did okay. I was the only one to get out of the car. On the way there, once we got off the Evandale ferry, `the drive through the countryside was just beautiful; on the way back it was a bit scary. The road was narrow, winding, bumpy and there were no lines and no lights. However, the ferry ride back in dark was nice. It was neat to watch our GPS system show our car crossing the water at the rate of 13 km/hr.

When you have three seniors, two middle-aged parents and a 15 year-old in a car for a road trip, there’s always an interesting story to tell. Here’s a fairly accurate account of our Evandale ferry crossing last night at 10:30PM.

“We just missed it,” I commented as the ferry pulled away. Everyone was tired, sitting in the dark car wearing our blue and red glow necklaces, remnants of the party we had just left.

Dad asked from the backseat, “Did you pull up too far? I’m not sure they’ll get around you.”

“I think I’m fine,” Glenn said loud enough for me, but not Dad, to hear.

Then we noticed a group of people waiting to walk on the ferry. “I didn’t know you could walk on the Evandale ferry.” I said to anyone in the car who is listening. “Look, that guy has a Tim Horton’s cup. I wonder where there’s a Tim Hortons in the middle of nowhere.”

“Where would they be coming from?” someone asked from the back seat.

“Who knows? It’s just a bunch of kids having a good time.” I said as I noticed that everyone was holding a drink and they all seemed to be leaning on one another for support. It’s clear that they were feeling no pain.

“They aren’t kids,” Glenn said, “That guy in the red hoodie has grey hair.”

We were the only car waiting to get on the ferry, six of us in the car. There were at least six people waiting to walk on.

Before long, the ferry was back. “Don’t go yet, wait for the signal,” I reminded Glenn as I felt his ‘I’ve got this covered’ look across the darkness of the front seat. Poor Glenn had to contend with unfamiliar dark country roads and five too familiar backseat drivers.

We pulled all the way up to the front of the ferry and it started to cross the river almost before we got the vehicle in park. The group who had walked on the ferry met up with three more women who were curiously already on the ferry. Why they were just riding the ferry? I wondered aloud, “Is that a thing? Do people just ride the Evandale ferry for fun?” 

We were almost to the other side when Glenn suggested, “We should give them our glow necklaces.”

“That’s a great idea,” I said as I started to collect them.

“Hurry up,” Glenn said, “the ferry is going to dock soon.”

I rolled the window down and held them out. “You look like you need these more than we do.” I shouted out the window, interrupting their rowdy celebration.

Everyone in the group turned to look at the car and it took them a minute to catch on to what I was saying. “Are you sure?” the youngest female of the group asked as she walked over to take them.

“Yes! We’re just going home to bed.” I assured her as she took them from me.

“Thank-you!” she yelled over her shoulder as she walked back and started handing them out to the others.

“Thank-you!” several people in the group repeated as I rolled up the window. As Glenn started the car, we returned several waves and thumbs up.

They were thrilled to get our glow stick necklaces and we had fun seeing how much fun they were having.

We had a fantastic day and it was fun to end it on such a high note.

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