Danger Starts Automatically

At Antigonish we rejoin the highway eastwards towards Cape Breton, and our night ferry to Newfoundland.

This is lobsterland, and lobster season to boot, so even the Port Hawksbury MacDonalds has an offering. Today is the first day the McLobster is on the menu and our curiosity overcomes our resistance to the ubiquitous arches. The billboard outside proclaims 'McLobster is back $619'. At that price we choose to order only one, and it had better be good! And it turns out to be not fried, and not bad either, although the white bread bun would float away in the wind if it wasn't kept in a plastic case with a rock on top of it.

We approach the ferry terminal at Sydney via Hwy 4 along the pretty south shore of Bras d' Or lake. The terminal is a busy place and the lines are filling up fast. It's good to hear the Newfoundland accents again. Tonight's crossing was the first we could book since entering Canada three nights ago, but it gave us an unexpected opportunity to explore Nova Scotia. 

I'm very taken with a random sign on the building that warns 'Danger Starts Automatically' - good advice to keep in mind I think.

Karen spots an old Dodge GT in line with the license plate 'Codfsh' - now we know we are getting close to Newfoundland.

I cook up a deluxe scallop and smoked fish dinner whilst we wait to board the ferry, prepare some portable cocktail supplies for the crossing, and once on board we retire to our cabin for the evening.