In 1982, when our first born, Christiana, was two months old, and nursing, we decided to take our 1966 VW Beetle and drive from Moravia, NY, where Jeff was pastoring through Maine, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and ferry to Corner Brook, Newfoundland in hopes of finding out more about his family. This trip of 1,370 miles, one way, took three days.
Prior to the internet and search engines, adventurers grabbed a map, or if you were lucky enough to belong to AAA, a “Triptik”, gassed up for $1.22/gal and headed out. We stopped in Bristol, NH to visit Jeff’s parents, who had retired to Clint’s childhood hometown.
The drive through Maine, while scenic, was so so long. We stopped at the Bay of Fundy to watch the tides roll in and out. Twice each day, 160 billion tons of seawater flow in and out of the Bay of Fundy — more than the combined flow of the world’s freshwater rivers! The Bay of Fundy’s tides transform the shorelines, tidal flats and exposed sea bottom as they flood into the bay and its harbors and estuaries.
Bay of Fundi 
A six-hour ferry from North Sydney, Nova Scotia to Port aux Basque, Newfoundland made me extremely nauseated, however, Christy managed to sleep through the entire trip! Thank God for that, and that no one called CPS!
Baby asleep on knees. 
Ferry carried railroad cars & autos 
Baby asleep on the ship floor!
I remember it being way more choppy than this appears! 
Our first view of Newfoundland 
Port aux Basques
We were there…..but not. After arriving at Port aux Basques, we still had a two and a half hour drive to Corner Brook…..with a still nursing baby. Poor child! What were we thinking? On our way to Corner Brook, we located the Air Force Base where Clint was stationed and the church where Jeff had been baptized in Stephenville.
Back of Jeff’s first home on Air Base 
Front of home 
From Lost to Found 