Cruising the Northumberland Straits on a ferry

Given my penchant for picking different routes to get between cities it should not come as much of a surprise that I took full advantage of the opportunities presented to us during our Canadian Maritimes adventures. Driving the Confederation Bridge on the way in to Prince Edward Island was a blast. Taking the ferry to get off the island gave us both a different ride and also left us closer to our ultimate destination in Cape Breton. It was a no brainer. So cruise the Northumberland Straits we did, on the mv Confederation, one of the Northumberland Ferries ships sailing between Wood Islands, PEI and Caribou, Nova Scotia.

We arrived at the terminal to a bit of a surprise: our reservation was apparently canceled. Only a minor bit of panic set in as I was fiddling with my email to find the confirmation details when the agent found a second reservation that was intact. Phew. It was now time to drive down into the belly of the beast.


Like most of the mornings we spent in the region, this one was fogged in pretty badly. Every 3-4 minutes the ships horn let off a long, loud blast warning any other boats in the area. It also startled everyone who was on the deck hoping the fog would clear for some decent views during the crossing.


The crossing was only about a hour long and the fog did clear about 45 minutes into the trip, leaving us with some phenomenal views for the arrival into Nova Scotia.


And then it was back down into the hold. Back into our car and back on the road again. We had another few hundred kilometers to cover, an awesome friend to meet and we needed to get to Mabou in time for dinner and some music. Just the first part of a very full day but a great ride, even with the fog. The views coming into Nova Scotia certainly set us up for what was to be five amazing days of scenery.

Read more of our Maritimes adventures here!

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Seth Miller

I'm Seth, also known as the Wandering Aramean. I was bit by the travel bug 30 years ago and there's no sign of a cure. I fly ~200,000 miles annually; these are my stories. You can connect with me on Twitter, Facebook, and LinkedIn.