We packed up our gear and headed for the diner across the street from our ten dollar campsite (including showers) for some breakfast other than our usual fare of oats and fruit. Eggs, bacon and hashbrowns normally don't sit well when you have to ride right away but we had four hours to digest all that fat and grease. The ferry ride was much like any west coast run except we were traveling over fresh water. The Adirondack chairs were a nice touch on the top deck. You can even move them around. I could just imagine what would happen to them if the BC Ferry Corp tried the same thing.
Riding into Wiarton made me think of Nelson's brick buildings on Baker Street.
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