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the riding's not over yet....and we missed the boat.
(Great Island, Witless Bay)daily stats
weather: sunny, 22˚
avg speed: 18.8 (m) / 18.4 (b)
max speed: 60.0 (i rule) / 58.0 (b)
total distance: 69.72 kms
GRAND TOTAL: 618.77 kms
so this was it. our last day of riding on the east coast.
even though we got back to St. John's a day early, we still counted this as the last day.
the early homecoming wasn't by choice...it was necessary to get bob's bike fixed up.
there was no way it would have made it up another hill with a welded chain.
and so we decided to go back to Witless Bay to do a whale and bird watching tour.
on a zodiac!
well, we sprinted to Witless Bay, and i mean sprinted up and down those bloody hills and missed the 11:30 boat.
and when i say missed, i mean we sprinted up that last hill to the cafe and dock, panting, lactic acid burning my quads, and watched the zodiac speed away from the dock.
and so we waited.
we had coffee and waited.
it was quite annoying. but relaxing none the less.
hey, we were on vacation after all.
so we finally got out on the high speed zodiac (complete in our padded orange prison suits) and we sped out to Witless Bay Ecological Reserve.
(Gull Island, Witless Bay)
we saw humpback whales! minkes!
and puffins! and gulls! common murres and kitty wakes!
but the whales! oh, the whales.
i have a blurry picture.
it was windy and the waves were big. and, oh yeah, i was in awe.
so i have a blurry picture of a fin. and a splash.
so i tried a video.
they were so close my jaw just dropped, and so did my camera.
so i have a blurry video of my knee in an orange full-size lifesuit and some "ooohs and ahhhs" as background vocals.
so here i insert yet another story of that true newfoundland spirit.
when we got back to the dock, the other tourists sped away in their full-size chevy eldorado rentals and bob and i, after peeling off our lifesuits, decided to eat our packed lunch while sitting in the parking lot with our sea legs and pondering the immense hill we'd have to climb to start our trek back to the city.
we watched a man park his boat down at the dock, and walk up the hill to the cafe.
we share passing hellos.
on his way out, coffee cup in one hand, the irish loop cafe's famous pistachio bar in the other (i'm calling them famous because i had one that morning and they're that good), he starts small talk.
next thing you know, he has convinced us, along with our bikes, to take a ride on his boat, as far as Bay Bulls, the next town over.
because that's where he's heading. and he'd save us the first two out of three major hills back.
and because he'd sure love the company.
so what would have been a gruelling 30 mins of riding, turned into a 2 hr tour of the bay and coves.
(the bikes ride shotgun)
our faithful guide, mr neil parry, hauled our heavy bikes over rocks and into his boat, which used to be a small tour boat he bought off of one of the big tour companies.
mr parry used to be a kayak tour guide.
and he loves tourists with a sense of adventure.
he showed us his wife's favourite rock formation. the only place where wild strawberries grow in the bay.
and he regaled us with stories of the history in the area.
our wish to repay him with a coffee when we docked in Bay Bulls (which he pays $94/year for a prime spot!) was met with a "have to meet my wife and take the kids to lessons" but he advised us to check out the church because there were old wwII cannons for gate posts.
and so we did.
(cannons as part of gate)
inspecting the cannons from the gate, a man driving by in a car stopped to tell us to go into the grounds and check out the freaky statue which the parish priest had made for this brother that fell in the war.
(statue on church grounds)
on the way home we stopped at Bidgood's in Goulds...really just to check out the flipper pie.
we ended up buying 3 big pieces of dried, salted cod (baccala for nonna!).
at roughly 5 bucks a cod, my italian grandma, who would normally spend around $30 for the same piece here in toronto, nearly shit a brick when she saw it.
i'm the favourite granddaughter again. that's right.
(sardonicus the cat smells the salt cod)
(whole salmon for cheap! at Bidgood's)
(the price of wild blueberries at Bidgood's)
"long may your big jib draw"
(the tourists becoming honourary newfoundlanders)
daily stats
weather: rain.wet. fog. rain.
total riding time: 3 hrs 56 mins
avg speed: 15.2 (m) / 14.9 (b)
max *speed wobbles* speed: 58.5 (m) / 56.5 (b)
total distance: 59.22 kms
so...as I write this I'm sitting in the mist under an Ultramar sign in Bay Bulls waiting for Bob.
his chain broke (again) and then his semi-broken tool didn't respond too well to the attempt to straighten it with a hammer from the guy in the station. and so he is currently getting a ride back to Witless Bay from one of the girls who works the ? hut (read: visitor's centre) to see about a guy who fixes chainsaws.
seeing as the girl drove a compact 2 door, i figured it best to just stay with all the gear instead of dismantling it all to try and fit it in.
so if the guy with the chains doesn't pan out i guess we find someone with a pick up and hitch a ride home...
boredom lists...
top 5 things to remember for next bike trip (in no particular order):
1. extra chain and/or links
2. extra chain tool
3. can opener that actually opens cans
4. extra socks & underwear, less outer clothes
5. a cellular telephone with service > 25 kms out of a big city
*tied for 5th: a fire starter (to start fires with wet firewood)
places to see, things to do in St. John's:
1. Quidi Vidi (pron: kitty-viddy)
2. Signal Hill
3. Cape Spear
4. whale watching
5. get screeched in
6. hear live (local?) music
to eat in St. John's:
1. Moo Moo's ice cream
2. The Sprout (NL's only vegan resto)
3. International Flavours (Pakistani resto)
4. 24 hr Celtic pub & restaurant (which I'm assuming will be where we eat tonight when and if we ever make it back)
5. cod cakes at The Duke
so there i was making lists and reading Tsunami when i hear a woman's voice.
"what are you doing sitting out in the rain?"
i look up to see a tiny woman with big sun goggles (the kind you wear after laser eye surgery) and lost inside a hooded rain coat staring at me with a huge smile.
"oh hello. i'm waiting for my husband to return. he's gone off to Witless Bay to see a man about a chain."
"well don't wait outside. come in! i live right here."
Annie invited me in for coffee. a nice and wonderful respite from sitting on a curb in front of the Ultramar.
over instant coffee with evaporated milk and Belgian biscuits we spoke of many things.
she's a poet and a published writer. (as i left her place that day i started to think--hope?--that maybe i had just been in the home of Annie Proulx. later i checked out a photo of the famed novelist, and no, not the same Annie.)
this Annie used to be a cyclist in her younger days in England.
also, she's a truly beautiful person.
thank you Annie!
eventually we did make it back to St. John's.and we did make it (not necessarily by choice) to that 24 hr celtic pub and restaurant, when nothing else was open and we were famished. but nothing was better than a pint and pub food at that moment.
it was then we decided that we deserved to be honourary newfoundlanders as we'd just cycled the Irish Loop.
and so, following true tourist tradition, we set out for the infamous George St (our one and only foray onto the street during the night hours, as we found it reminiscent of John & Adelaide area of downtown T.O.) to cross off #5 on my "things to do in St. John's" list.
just a note, when you get screeched in at Trapper John's, the cod has been replaced with a puffin's ass.
rest day...for real this time
(bumble bee)
daily stats
weather: mist, fog, rain, mist, fog (big surprise there)
total riding time: 0 hrs
total daily kms (hiking): about 6 kms
so a definite respite day...well needed, and well deserved i think, but much more about the need. we finally got some quarters and got most of our clothes into the dryer...as well as our water logged shoes.
pretty relaxing morning.
(make shift lean-to)
in the laundry room i met an RV gypsy from the U.S.
the woman was nice enough to lend us a quarter...while the park ranger drove into town to get us some (!! seriously, Newfoundlanders really are that nice)
i had noticed the Texas plates and so i commented on the far drive while the woman was putting her bath mats in the wash.
turns out the Texas plates are really a front...so to speak. after her and her husband decided to sell their home and retire in a home on wheels, they did some research into living on the road...
to have insurance and a mailing address you have to be a resident of one state, and they picked the one with the least amount of sales tax.
and so they have Texas plates and Texan PO box.
and they always have the itch to move claiming they hardly ever spend more than a week in one spot.
except for the annual RV gypsy meeting in the Nevada desert for which they stay two weeks.
that afternoon, tea in hand, we hiked to the old, abandoned settlement of La Manche.
La Manche sits just off the East Coast trail.
the village was about 1.5 kms in from the park.
the trail in was a relatively easy walk and bob and i took our times, drinking our tea, and enjoying the misty air, the spiderwebs stretched across the path covered in raindrops and the diverse flora and fauna.
me (pointing at a wild mushroom and trying to be funny): "that one will make you taller"
bob: "no. that one will make you deader"
(East Coast Trail)
the remains of the building foundations sit (unbelievably) on the side of a mountain, in a large cove. it was no doubt that eventually the village got washed out, but absolutely amazing that it lasted as long as it did.
the settlement was only abandoned in the late '60s.
(East Coast Trailhead)
(suspension bridge)
beside the village was a fantastic new suspension bridge, leading over the cove and onto the East Coast Trail. we decided to hike that for a while, crossing a few gulches and into the Doctor's Cove.
stunning.
probably one of my favourite parts of the province.
(Doctor's Cove)
note to self: come back and hike all of the East Coast Trail...but not before kayaking the southern shore outport towns first.
Is my back tire flat?
(weather; our recurring view)
daily stats
weather: mist, fog, rain, fog, mist, rain, etc.
total riding time: 6 hrs 08 mins
avg speed: 12.9 (m) / 12.6 (b)
max speed: 50.0 (m) / 52.0 (b) *dammit. he beat me.
total *uphill* distance: 78.58 kms
# of flat tires: 1
just a miserable day all around. it was wet, soggy and all uphill.
a constant uphill.
and we were determined to have chowder for lunch in Ferryland.
even after bob had another flat tire.
so by the time we stopped for lunch at the Colony Cafe we were famished and cranky (okay, maybe the cranky part was just me).
but it was worth the wait. we had the most delicious chowder. it was so filling and warm.
perfect weather for a bowl of chowdah ("shau-dere? shau-dere? it's chowdah. say it right!")
and cod tongues, of course
(even though our server tried to convince us otherwise with her description of the texture of the uncooked gelatinous part of the tongues)
(cod tongues, a newfoundland tradition)
warm chowder and deep fried cod tongues, plus new book purchases (always helps mood) put us in better spirits to continue our journey to La Manche.
but it didn't help to make the wrong turn off the main road and end up going 8 kms out of the way on a muddy road at the end of the day.
when finally to come back we realized that if we had been able to see through the fog and mist, the actual entrance to the park was only about 500 m from where we had turned off the wrong way....
and to only realize that, after getting into the park via a long downhill on a paved road (yay!) the booth was closed and the office was back at the top of the hill...
(we didn't go back up that night)
and then to realize that because we didn't go back up, we had no quarters for the dryer to dry out our clothes...
and then again in the morning to realize that at the end of that wrong turnoff, when we hit the dead end, that was the park boundary and fire road into the campsites (but that was the next day and we were laughing about it by then)...
and so we set up camp in the rainy darkness, then went to use up what little quarters we could scrounge up and trade with from some crazy german camping expedition who arrived at the washrooms and laundry building in a mini van, whereupon 8 or 9 people piled out, in garbage bag ponchos with all 20 of their giant pots and pans to do dishes at the washroom sinks.
wet and dejected, we shared a moment of silence, eating sour cream and onion mini rice cakes for dinner in the laundry room, listening to the hum of the washing machine, and the occasional german conversation.
rest day
(Long Beach)
daily stats
weather: cloudy
riding time: 3 hrs 39 mins
avg speed: 9.8 (m) / 9.7 (b)
max speed: 32.0
total distance: 36.05 kms
# of broken bike chains: 1
# of moose seen: 1
# of caribou seen: herd of 5
# of whale seen: a few
# of puffins and gulls seen: a gazillion or so
this was not a planned rest day per se, but after spending all morning on a hike of Mistaken Point, then part of the afternoon dealing with bob's broken chain and busted chain tool and trying to endure the awful gravel road out of the ecological reserve, we only got in just over 36 kms of riding.
not much, but so worth the 6 km hike.
Julie was our lovely guide (an expat from Ontario who now lives in the beautiful town of Portugal Cove South and works for the provincial government's parks and reserves)
she informed us that Mistaken Point got its name because ships used to mistake this point for the infamous Cape Race and then crash into the massive outcropping of rocks or get stuck in the numerous gulches along the coast.
so the reason a guide was needed: Mistaken Point Ecological Reserve has the world's only area preserved with deep water marine fossils and the oldest fossils in North America of the first multi-cellular organisms
(fossil)
the area is only accessible by guide and most of it is marked off by archeologists who are currently unearthing more fossils. we were able to walk on this (sans shoes, only socks) which was part of the ocean's floor. stunning.
(old ocean floor)
Julie's specialty lies in flora and fauna, so she knew where all the bakeapples were.
(patch of bakeapples)
tasty mid-morning snack. i think we ate at least a pound of these. delicious.
i'm pretty sure, in canada, they only grow in newfoundland & labrador.
but they must also grow elsewhere in the world because the common name for them is cloudberries. only newfies call them bakeapples...but only newfies make them into a wonderful jam.
(bakeapple)
after bob's chain broke going up a hill on the gravel road, we did end up making a stop at the Rookery.
basically the walk to the cliff is only about 500 m, but as you approach you can hear the gulls.
it's a crazy bird sanctuary that is home to a gazillion mating birds.
(the Rookery)
look closely. all those specks of white are birds. while the gulls and other birds take up perches to lay eggs on the sides of the cliffs, the puffins burrow about 3-5 ft into the grassy patches at the top.
now i'm not afraid of heights, but holy crap, there was no barrier to keep you from falling off the edge. and the sound of all those birds. really felt like a hitchcock flick.
the birds were at quite a distance, but luckily for us, the only other person there was a man with a giant telescope who invited us to take a look.
as bob likes to think, nerds like to share because they want you to like nerdy stuff as much as them. the wonderful and eccentric man pointed out all the birds and their latin names, plus gave us a little lesson in history and geography.
i had never seen a puffin in real life. they are the oddest-looking little birds. amazing.
when we finally made it off the road from hell i think i got down and kissed the pavement (and believe me, newfoundland roads aren't that much better)
going through another patch of barrens on our way out to Chance Cove provincial park, we were on the lookout for moose and came across a herd of caribou instead.
(caribou)
neither of us had encountered caribou and didn't really know what to do. at first they were kinda at a distance but then they started to approach the road to cross and ended up in our path.
we stopped and just watched them for a while, unsure of their natural tendencies.
then they spotted us and just stared us down. only a couple had crossed the road and the other three were still on the hill.
truth be told, i got a little frightened as neither us nor they backed down in the staring contest.
we decided not to move and get between the herd.
eventually they decided to go back from where they came.
we started to ride and they followed along side of us for a while.
they're pretty fast.
when we finally made it to the turn off for Chance Cove, i nearly fainted.
another damn gravel road.
having no real choice, we relunctantly started down the road in silence, each of us secretly cursing every little stone and pebble.
out of nowhere (and i mean nowhere as in we hadn't seen a car or other person in what felt like hours), a pick up pulled up next to us.
the passenger rolled down his window and offered us a ride into the camping area. said they'd seen us the day before in Portugal Cove South.
i immediately said yes. no questions asked.
the two men put our bikes in the bed and let us into the cab, which was covered in one of those '80s furry wolf-howling-at-the-moon blankets.
the passenger introduced himself like this:
"my name's Hanlan Coombs and this here's Loyola" (pointing to the driver)
Loyola then said something that sounded to me like Boomhauer from King of the Hill.
seriously.
i looked at bob and he looked back at me with that questionable look.
while Hanlan wasn't too bad to understand (still took some time to process) when Loyola spoke we responded with neutral and minimal responses like "oh" and "uh-huh" and "not sure".
later bob says: "i wanted to ask those lad a few things but i was afraid Loyola would answer and i'd have no idea what the hell he was saying".
what was interesting was it was day 6 of our trip, we still hadn't seen any moose, and sure enough it took us getting into a car to see one.
Loyola pointed one out just as the wooded area began into the camping lot.
good thing we got that ride in too because it was another 8 kms of hilly gravel before the road ended and it was almost dark by the time we were getting the tent up.
the road ended at a parking lot with about a dozen motor homes and RVs. judging by the road in, it had honestly seemed as though there was going to be nobody at this place.
for all i knew, hanlan and loyola were giving us a ride in to rob us and leave us for dead.
but that's just not the vibe you get in newfoundland.
no matter how weird the dudes are.
like Mr. Rice, who was missing all of his front teeth, who offered us a pot full of water when we realized Chance Cove has no running water.
a day of best things (and the worst road ever)
(the barrens)
daily stats
weather: sunshine, 22˚
total riding time: 6 hrs 35 mins 39 secs
avg speed: 12.7 (m) / 12.5 (b)
max speed: 56 (m) / 54 (b)
total distance: 83.72 kms
# of moose seen: 0
# of caribou seen: 2
# of whale seen: 3
# of flat tires: 1
and the winner for best downhill ever goes to (drum roll please): Rte 10 into Trepassey.
i'm pretty sure that max speed of 56 kms/hr lasted for a good 10-15 mins...it was wonderful (albeit a little wobbly).
and well worth it because we climbed about twenty times as long to hit the top.
it started with a hearty, home cooked breakfast at the Claddagh Inn (delicious and warm homemade bread with partridgeberry jam...mmm). little did we know at the time how much we needed the eggs and toast.
we set out and started the first climb.
but the payoffs are always worth it.
coming down brought us to the tip of the world!
(okay, maybe not the world, but the southern tip of the avalon).
it was so sunny and lovely that we hung out in St. Vincent's for a little while, taking in the ocean, the ocean air, and the rotting fish guts on the rock from the couple fishing for cod in Holyrood pond (note: not even close to the Holyrood we knew from our first day)
(coming into St. Vincent's; the southern tip of the Avalon)
(St. Vincent's; fishing for cod in Holyrood pond)
(fish guts)
we met some other cyclists for the first time on our trip.
they were headed in the opposite direction. and their gear was being transported for them. they warned us of the upcoming climb and the following 20 kms or so of barren wasteland.
i longed to ride free, sans gear, on a skinny little road bike....but what kind of adventure would that be?
the barrens were definitely...well...barren.
but wild blueberries thrive there. and wow, were they delicious. patches and patches of them!
i couldn't help but think "if we were in a car, would we have had the chance to pick these wild blueberries?"
(wild blueberries)
and we saw caribou. we thought this little guy was a statue for tourists at first.
he finally moved, only to turn and face the other way, in the same frozen image kinda way.
(caribou)
you could see miles and miles (kms and kms) of road and sky in the barrens...and yet, it still wasn't flat.
actually, it was a continual uphill the whole 20 kms or so into Trepassey.
hence the winner of the best downhill award (although I think the record may have been broken later on in the trip...)
we had decided that we would ride out to Chance Cove provincial park to camp for the night (since there seemed to be no where else to camp that we could see on our maps).
we really wanted to take a day to explore Mistaken Point ecological reserve on one of the tips of the Avalon, but it was already getting late.
this would mean backtracking in order to come back tomorrow.
so we popped into the newly built visitor's centre in Portugal Cove South, which is the last town on the southern point before the off-shoot road down to Mistaken Point and Cape Race.
the wonderful women in the centre told us that it was silly for us to go all the way to Chance Cove only to return in the morning. they gave us bottled water and told us to head down into the reserve and pitch a tent on any grassy patch that we saw fit (!!).
deciding that we would take a tour of the fossils and archeological site on Mistaken Point in the morning, one woman suggested Long Beach as a wonderful place to pitch a tent, and be right next to the trailhead to meet our guide in the morning.
although they did warn us about the freshly graded gravel road...and they did warn us about the "bit of a hill" at Drook's Point, we did not expect the worst road ever.
if it wasn't for the sunshine, the ocean on our right, and the whales we could see off the point, i probably would have cried.
we never did make it all the way to lighthouse at Cape Race. we just couldn't imagine another 7 kms of the awful gravel road.
but we did make it the 14 kms to the re-settled community at Long Beach (good thing too: first flat tire).
we fell asleep listening to ocean water crashing onto the rocks and the whales spouting in the distance.
(crazy hill in and out of Drook's Cove)
(best campsite ever).
a day of firsts: sunshine and a century
(war memorial in Rivershead)daily stats
weather: sun! cloudy, sunny
total riding time: 6 hrs 41 mins 50 secs
avg speed: 16.2 (m) / 16.0 (b)
max speed: 50.5 (m) / 51.5 (b)
total distance: 108.55 kms
# of moose seen: 0
amount of $ won in the Atlantic lotto 649: 0
our first ray of sunshine came this morning (hence all the photos), after yet another wet night (which, by the way, means getting mauled by skeeters).
so we started off to a cloudy sky, but by the time we stopped for some groceries in Whitbourne, those clouds broke open. it was one of those heavenly or angelic "ahhhhhh" moments.
i don't know if it was the sun or the tailwind but we broke our first (ever!) century today...and with lbs of gear no less!
and so, instead of gravel pit camping (no campgrounds on the west side of the irish loop) we treated ourselves to a night indoors at the Claddagh Inn in St. Mary's, one of the prettiest towns on the loop.
not expecting all that sun, we both got a bit burnt...but the bed sure is comfy...and a hot, homestyle breakfast is included. i've never been so happy about eggs.
less words, more photos:
(an old bridge somewhere on Rte 90)
(the town of Rivershead; 15 kms from St. Mary's)
(sunset in the town of St. Mary's, from the porch of the inn)
(by the fish plant in St. Mary's)
(along the Conception Bay highway)
daily stats
weather: rain, mist, fog
riding time: 4 hrs 42 mins 42 secs
avg speed: 16.3 (m) / 15.9 (b)
max speed: 47.5 (m) / 47.0 (j)
total distance: 74.81 kms
lost: 1 rubber ducky
after the obligatory photo with the highway sign, we ate pie in dildo. that couldn't be helped.
plus pie is extra delicious when you're climbing mountains all day, loaded down with 50 lbs of gear. but hey, i'm not complaining. the views are worth it. Route 60 winds up and down and around Conception Bay, mostly on the water.
in South Dildo bob says: "it's like the coast highway, without the California".
today we had to make a painful decision. we realized we probably weren't going to make it out to the Bonavista Peninsula and out past Clarenville to the abandoned community of Ireland's Eye...which is where bob really, really wanted to go.
even if we did make it out there, we wouldn't have the time to hang out for a few days to try and hire somebody to take us out to the island. and so we decided to head south. and after 3 days of going north, we could only do one of the southern loops.
we decided against the Cape Shore loop and the Cape St Mary's ecological reserve bird sanctuary and instead opted for the Irish Loop, but still had to take a detour down Route 100 on the Cape Shore loop to find a place to stay.
we ended up at the lovely and remote (like, horror movie remote) Fitzgerald's Pond Park.
aside from Sue and Dave (not Fitzgerald), the rugged ATV-ers who own the park, we were the only ones there.
camp deserato! it was nice.
along the Conception Bay highway (aka Route 60)
(lunchspot)
daily stats
weather: cloudy, windy, misty, foggy, 13˚
Rummy 5000 scores: bob = 170, manny = 385 (boo-ya!)
total riding time: 3 hrs 16 mins 27 secs
avg speed: 14 (m) / 13.8 (b)
max speed: 47.5 (m) / 46.5 (b)
total distance: 45.33 kms
after coffee and homemade bread with bobby & helen in the morning, we set off the way we had come...5 kms uphill to end the night meant 5 kms of downhill!
a great way to start off the day... especially after realizing the craziness to come....that 45.33 kms didn't seem like such a short day at the time.
after pedaling a long (long) uphill, then down into beautiful Clarke's Beach, bob says:
"just think...if you had ditched me and decided to go with some other guy, you'd be on a cruise ship right now, drinking a mai tai"
we most definitely earned the homemade scone with partridgeberry ham and fresh scald cream that we devoured with our afternoon tea in Brigus (pron: brick-us)
(the family of ducks we shared our grassy campsite patch with)
finding the start of the T'Railway and giant black slugs
(the mother of all slugs)
daily stats
weather: rain
found items: 1 rubber ducky (how appropriate...)
total riding time: 5 hrs 27 mins
avg speed: 11.6
max speed: 39.5
total kms: 63.26
after spending the first hour of our trip looking for the start of the T'Railway downtown St. John's, it didn't turn out to be what it was supposed to be.
it started off nice, and for a while we thought if we could take the trail all the way to Clarenville, we would never have to climb a hill (insert post-thought ridiculous laughter here).
from Mount Pearl onwards, it was like biking through a gravel pit.
bad news for our hybrid road tires.
so we hit up Route 60 into Conception Bay South.
and so the hills begin.
and so does the rain.
after stopping in Manuels to buy some Newfoundland wine to have with dinner, we stopped for a cup of coffee to think out our options and plan for the rest of the day.
we had made a great investment in rain gear before leaving home and so even though our clothes were dry, our things....soaked.
we went into Holyrood looking for somewhere to stay...nothing promising, so we decided to take a chance on a recommendation from the woman who sold us the wine in Manuels.
she told us about a new trailer park/campground that had just opened a few months prior, and so it wasn't on any map yet.
in the rain, we climbed a 5 km hill--straight up a mountain!--praying that the Blue Fin Trailer Park would be there.
Bobby and Helen welcomed us with open arms and true Newfoundland hospitality.
Bobby had seen us coming in, came out to greet us and immediately offered to let us stay in the new rec building that had just been plastered, to get us out of the rain.
he even apologized that the building wasn't finished!
two of the most wonderful people.
we even got to dry our wet things in a dryer and have a hot shower.
after eating spicy and warm indian food while sitting on buckets and drinking wine, we passed out on the cement floor...and we thought we'd need those thermarests for the rock. ha.
*note to self: send Bobby and Helen a thank you card.
*note to others: stay at Blue Fin.
