We woke up in a panic because our alarm was confused about time zones, and so were we. We sat and watched the sunrise out of our cabin, and then headed downstairs to watch the boat come into port in Yarmouth.
Little did we know that was the last time we'd see the sun for a while. We got off the boat, and had a pretty ride out of Yarmouth. Then the clouds came in, and we pulled over to get our ridiculous duck suits on. It was just in time. It rained so hard the rain was flooding our helmets as if the visors weren't there. We barely made it a quarter mile down the road, and ducked into a UFO museum (!).
It lightened up enough to get back on the road. We made it to a lighthouse in Baccaro, where we were able to get out of the duck suits.
We rode on a bit more and stopped for lunch in Shelburne, where we happened to meet up with one of the BMW guys from the ferry, Chris. He was on an R1150R. It was a little hole in the wall, but the seafood chowder was so full of sea that you could stand your spoon up straight in it. Best of Mike's life, until he ordered another rival chowder at dinner.
Then Naomi crashed (energy, not motorcycle). We ended up at a hotel in Lunenberg. It is a tourist town, albeit a very small town. There are tall ships and cute colorful stores. They don't seem to realize how very cold it is here (60s and overcast in August). They are wearing shorts, and leave the doors open in restaurants.