Our final day in Nova Scotia dawned cloudy and cool, but it wasn't raining yet and we only had a short ride to Yarmouth and the ferry back to Portland. We arrived a little early, so did some last-minute shopping for souvenirs and gifts. Matt did the T-shirt, mug and sticker thing, while I found my way to the local pharmacy to stock up on Canadian treats-specifically Crunchy, a delectable candy bar that my sister absolutely loves. As we queued for the Ferry it began to sprinkle, and for some peculiar reason they loaded us bikers on last. By that time the steel deck was like an ice rink. Nobody dumped it, though I saw some come close, and Matt and I strapped our bikes into place and hunkered down for the 6-hour crossing. We reached Portland without any major problems, and I was relieved and sad at the same time that we were back in the States. Once at our hotel, we watched some good, old American TV and hit the sack.