Up early again — moving day always has that built‑in urgency. Today we were rolling off PEI and into Nova Scotia. The sensible route was the Confederation Bridge, of course, but the Wood Islands ferry had that appealing “why not?” energy. It would drop us in Caribou, a part of Nova Scotia we hadn’t planned to see, but curiosity won out. We grabbed a spot on the 11:45 sailing and pointed the truck toward the southeast corner of the island.
With time to spare, we settled in at the terminal for a quick drink and snack before loading. Super Sonic — our ever‑patient trailer — was wedged neatly onto the ferry, and we headed up to the foredeck. The crossing was slow, calm, and hypnotic, the shoreline sliding past as we drifted toward Nova Scotia.
As we rolled off the ferry it made nine of the ten provinces of Canada we have now visited, with only Newfoundland and Labrador left to see. The onward drive was only about an hour and a half, but those narrow, winding roads stretched it out. Meeting full‑sized trucks barreling the opposite direction added a few “this is fine” moments.
We reached KOA West Halifax with daylight to spare, enough to flush tanks, tidy the trailer, and get everything shipshape again. Then we headed out for a leg‑loosening walk at Sackville Lakes Provincial Park — easy trails, well‑marked, no bushwhacking required. The lakeside path had a familiar feel, a little echo of Thetis Lake back on Vancouver Island.
A quick grocery run wrapped up the day, and then it was back to Super Sonic for supper and a quiet evening.
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