Loading up our bikes on the fishing boat. Thanks Harvey and Scott for the ride to deer island
Unloading our gear onto the pier. That rhymes, totally unintentional.
Captain Christopher Keith Pendelton, giving us a lesson on how to drive his 103ft ferry from deer island
The 8 mile bridge from New Brunswick to Prince Edward Island
Home sweet home, just off the highway hidden from all the passersby
Making dinner, drying out and warming up in Dales Barn on P.E.I
Loads of stories going on. We got a ride from a couple fishermen across some pretty bouncy ocean. Was told a poem about Newfoundland by some random walker by. Met the bassist of Jericho road, she was our camp host. Had lunch in an old RV with some Hoggs from Vancouver. And now we are sleeping in a barn of a oyster fisherman in Prince Edward. This trip is bringing us countless experiences that I never could have imagined. I am keeping a very detailed journal and hoping to be able to retell so many of these tales for years to come. We are meeting so many genuinely nice people that are sharing their lives with us. We are being very blessed and taken care of, and loving almost every minute of it (as long as we can keep Marys feet warm).