After a few days of bumming around Newfoundland, I’ve decided to return to the mainland. Last night I camped at Piping Plover beach, named for the endangered bird that nests there. I did all the normal camping things, including beer drinking, fire tending, and star gazing.
I awoke and left at dawn and went for an off-road drive along the beach, a 5km detour back to the Trans Canada Highway and then proceeded into Port-aux-Basque.
I was surprised at the process required to leave Newfoundland. First I had to show government ID at check point one. At check point 2 I was asked if I had any plants or potatoes. When I said, “yes” and showed him a box of Pringles with a smile, his reply was to search my car.
At check point 3 I had to have my car washed. Then at check point 4, a surly man smoking especially pungent cigarettes demanded to know if I had any animals. Given the thorough search by the potato police, I thought they would have noticed by now if I had a moose smuggled onboard my three door hatchback. And this point I realized it was too early to joke with this people, so I said “No.”
Dark clouds have rolled in, the forecast is calling for rain, and I am queued with the others waiting to board the ferry back to Cape Breton.