Long trip for a short visit
Jake looks a little nervous on the ferry.
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Okay, so you know how you sometimes build things up in your mind and then you end up a little disappointed because it wasn’t all that you thought it would be? Welcome to our experience with Brier Island.
Now before anyone who loves this destination gets hot under the collar, let me say our disappointment had little to do with the place and everything to do with our experiences trying to get there.
Steve and I started trying to visit Brier Island three years ago. Our first effort took us part way down Digby Neck where the cold, damp and fog forced us to turn around and head back to Digby.
The following summer, having told a couple of friends the story, the four of us set out again to try to get to Brier Island. That time, we got much further. We actually crossed on the first ferry and made it to the wharf where the second ferry docks, only to see thick fog on the other side. Time was tight that day anyway, so once again we turned back without making it to our destination.
This summer, we decided we’d try again. Now you have to realize, our timing was not great. It was late in the afternoon, around 4 p.m., when we left Digby under bright, sunny skies. It seemed like fate when we ran into a couple of friends from our bike club on one of the ferries. They were planning to stay on Brier Island for the night and, although we couldn’t do that with Jake — the inn doesn’t allow pets — it still seemed like fate was smiling on us.
I have to confess Jake is not really excited about ferries. He gets a little concerned when he sees land fading in favour of water, and he really dislikes the loud horns. Anyway, as with anything else, our boy is a trooper and goes along for the ride as long as we stay with him. So I got him out of his carrier and he looked around and visited with our friends.
Then we got to Brier Island — in the fog. We went to the left from the ferry and discovered a dead end. Then we went the other direction until that road also ended, coincidentally at the inn where our friends were, by then, beginning to unpack for the night. We couldn’t go anywhere to eat because Jake was with us, so having been on the island for about 15 minutes, we decided we could catch the next ferry and head back towards Annapolis Royal where a warm room awaited us.
So much for Brier Island. Next time, we’ll go earlier and maybe, just maybe, get there on a day without fog.
And then there we were at the end of the road on Brier Island.
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