Yesterday, we drove home from Moncton in about 12 3/4 hours. It was the 400 year celebration of the colonization of Quebec city by Champlain and the CBC spoke of little else, but I digress.
The day started when Joan nudged me to shut off the alarm that I was hearing in my sub-conscious. It was around 5 am, it was an electronic alarm, and it wasn't mine to shut off. Just maybe our hosts wanted us to leave earlier than the planned crack of dawn 8 am. Again I digress.
After a leisurely but sorrowful departure at 6:45, we were on cruise control for hours, until the rains started. I could have said 'rain' but I think 'rains' is closer to the deluge we actually experienced from mid-NB until we got close to Montreal. The radio went on and on about Champlain, his statue, etc, and the miles kept whizzing by.
The only real city that is hard to avoid is Montreal. I'd been avoiding Montreal by taking the northern 'all Quebec ' route in recent years but Dale and Dave had suggested a much faster route using the 417 from Ottawa to the Quebec border, crossing the Ottawa river to Oka, then skirting the North of Montreal onto Quebec city. On our way to the maritimes, we sort of followed the advice but ended up on the wrong ferry boat landing, about 30 kilometers further upstream, thus exchanging about 60 kilometers of 100 kph travel for a pokey small road.
Yes, this is leading somewhere! On our way back, we wanted to connect to the right ferry and just 'do it right'. We arrived at the ferry landing as the old guy was walking towards the gate to close it. Sweet timing! I barely had the chance to notice that this isn't really a ferry boat, it's a barge [no motor! no steering!] Dave had warned me that this was going to be different, and it was. Getting on [or off] meant aligning your wheels to the two wooden ramps that this old guy lowered for us, and driving on. I was too rushed to evaluate the risks...
No sooner were we on the barge then the ramps were being lifted and a small boat took off like a shot from the dock beside us. This first picture gives you a small idea of this smaller barge; good enough to hold 8 cars [that's us in the lower right].

As I mentioned, this small boat took off and towed us across the Ottawa river, which has quite a current at the point. The GPS, Emma, told us we were going just a tad over 12 kph! Quite a feat for such a small boat towing a barge with 7 cars on it! Look at this next picture that shows the tow-boat while you try to figure out how we're going to land... Note that the captain is not a youngster either, his buddy had stayed with us collecting the $8.50 charge.

As it turns out, the landing was as smooth as any ferry boat landing we've had in the past. The tow just keeps towing at speed, aiming quite a bit upstream, getting closer and closer. When we're about a barge-length away from shore, the tow just scoots out of the way, goes and snugs up to our left side and goes astern to tighten up the lines that link him to the barge. As he tries to go astern, the barge slows down and straightens out in one graceful move. And voila, we're landed! How slick was that?
I'd hate to see a new guy practice, but that's another story.
Thanks again to all our hosts [and advisors] that made this holiday such fun.

















