After a great sleep in the municipal campground, we drove the short distance to the ferry terminal to be first in line as we didn’t have any reservation. This ferry is extremely busy this year because of strikes at other crossing points. We arrived at 11AM for the 3PM crossing and were told we’d have an 80% chance of getting on. We were put into the number 1 standby parking spot. The nice thing about having a van is that you have your home with you, so it was time for a nap.

The ferry arrived and by now many more vehicles had also arrived and there was some concern we might not be able to board after all. Luckily, after measuring the van length, they managed to squeeze us in. Any by squeezed, we mean squeezed. There were barely 4 inches between vehicles. Getting in and out of the van was quite challenging. The contortionists at Cirque du Soleil would have been proud.

On board we quickly made friends with Rufus and his mom. The dog was pretty stressed and a loud mouthed woman nearby didn’t help. He did finally manage to settle down with reassurance from the three of us.

We continued to Rimouski and stayed in the parking lot/informal campground on the pier right next to the Empress of Ireland museum and Onondaga submarine. We were pretty lucky to still get a spot as the place was packed with RVs of all kinds, even one from the North-West Territories!