St. Andrews, Newfoundland
Yesterday pretty much ran into today because, frankly, I didn’t get a minute of sleep last night.
In fact, I packed up my soaking wet tent (and gear) at about 3am because the high winds kept blowing it over. That was the worst storm I’d ever witnessed from the inside of the tent. With the hurricane-like winds and rain pounding the walls, it was like a never ending freight train was rolling over head.
I arrived in Sydney at about 4am and decided to try and find a laundry mat to dry some of my wet cloths and also hang up the tent. With no laundry mats open, I drove to a Wal-Mart style parking lot and proceeded to tidy up the car since everything was so disheveled.
After seeing a policeman drive by and park on the other side of the lot, I decided to go and inform him of my situation. He was totally cool with me laying over in the parking lot for an hour or two until my ferry was ready to depart later in the morning.
After a good break in the parking lot I drove to the ferry terminal and saddled up for an 8 hour ride to Newfoundland. It ended up being a pretty rough ride due to the stormy weather even though the boat was nearly 600 feet long.