Day five is ferry ride from Prince Rupert to Port Hardy on Vancouver Island. So a little short of curbside classics but lots of nice scenery.
The map of the route.
We had to get up early to catch the ferry. Early as in around 4:45am. We were required to be there two hours before departure at 7am or they would give away our pre-paid tickets. We dutifully got up early and rode down to the terminal which was fortunately not far away. We then proceeded to wait in a large line. The ferry folk did not seem very organized and the pre line-up took ages. Annoyingly we easily could have shown up at 7am and it would not have made the slightest difference. We got put in line behind this group of friendly bike riders. They all had fancy Harleys and Honda Gold Wings. The majority of the group were from the US with a couple from Alberta. They were in disbelieve about how far I had come on my no frills bike.
This well worn Toyota Tercel was also in the line. I wager the ferry ticket probably cost about what the car was worth. As you can see from the wet pavement it had started to rain.
The motorbikes were loaded last and I was almost last among the bikes on.
On the boat we got these stabilizer blocks to hold our bikes upright.
As it turned out there was a bit of space left in the ferry deck so we probably could have got away without a reservation.
The ferry was huge with a couple of restaurants and multiple viewing decks. There were a few levels of seat booking options as well. Plenty of gray hair on this around. Many different languages were being spoken but it seemed particularly popular with Dutch tourists.
As we left the harbor it was so foggy there was not much to see unfortunately.
Since there current scenery was obscured and the ferry ride lasted seventeen hours we opted for a cabin to get a little nap.
The ferry itself was huge with three level of passenger accessible decks.
Slowly the clouds started to recede.
This lighthouse was built up and described as the most scenic point on the whole ferry ride. Not sure if its an inside joke …
Portside Classic? Regardless the Annihilator is an interesting name for a boat.
Bella Bella, the one stop during the journey. Two cars drove off here and a few others came on.
Night came much earlier than up north. Given how long the cruise was it was amazing that neither of us was bored.
A little mail tug loaded on from Bella Bella.
This rather full and smelly garbage truck was also loaded right next to our bikes during the one stop. We had to sit next to it for almost an hour waiting to unload (we were almost last to unload).
It was something like 1:30am by the time we were off the boat. While the other motorcycle group had invited us to come to their hotel we passed and stopped at the first campground. The old guy running the place told the couple in front of us he had a site for them but they had to tuck over to the side as they were very busy and might have to share. We were initially worried we might have to move to the next campsite but were given a huge looking site from the map. Once we got there is was not huge and most of it was rather overgrown. As we put up our tents it started to rain a bit. Tomorrow would be set aside for exploring Vancouver Island.
The full trip log: