With the clutch cable replaced, we were
back on the road. We thanked Vince for
all his help and headed for the provincial capital; St John’s. Vince invited us to drop by on our way back
for a proper Newfoundlander meal at his place; fish & brewis.
Quick stop at the Terra Nova National Park
Visitor’s Centre
We came across a couple of dual sport
riders at a gas station who were looking for an axel wrench in a size we didn’t
have. We did however spot a police
cruiser who might be of some help. One
of the riders ended up being ADV inmate skibum69; host of the annual Skibum
Soiree which was taking place tomorrow near Grates Point. We were invited to drop by if we were heading
up that way. The police officer ended up
having the right tool they needed.
The following pictures were taken the next
day because it started to rain heavily when we entered the city limits. Cold and soaked to the bone, we were in
desperate need for something that will help lift our spirits. We found exactly what the doctor ordered;
buffet.
Being so close to the ocean, it would be
foolish not to favor the fresh seafood.
Reminds me of when we first arrived in Anchorage, Alaska.
Yep, our spirits were lifted…for now at
least. It was here when we found out
that our camera had gotten wet while we were riding in the rain and had stopped
working. We’ll give it some time to dry
out before we attempt to turn it on again.
Although we were satisfied with our meal,
we now have to find a place to camp which can be tricky in the city. We had the cloak of night to help us out, but
we weren’t keen on setting up in wet conditions. Checking into a motel is not an option at
this point after refraining from doing so for the past 11 months; we’re just
going to do what we have to do to make it through the night. We rode around town looking for suitable
places and came across a construction yard with an open field. There was a large garage on the site and an
elderly man came out to greet us. We
told him what we’re all about and asked if it was ok for us to pitch a tent out
on the field. We sensed that the old man
was having a hard time making a decision.
On one hand he wasn’t sure if it would be safe and on the other he
didn’t want us stranded out in the rain.
We made it easy for him by telling him it’s not a problem and thanked
him for his time and that we’ll be on our way, but he insisted for us to wait
until he could think of a solution.
Eventually he came up with an idea and put us up in the company
SUV. What are the chances of this
happening in a larger city?
This gives our gear a chance to dry out…
…and saves us from packing up a wet
tent.
The next day we rode around town and saw
the jelly bean houses of St. John’s…
…and reached the most easterly point in
North America…
…also known as Cape Spear
We lucked out by having great weather…
…which gave us the opportunity to take a
few nice pics
We were hoping to see icebergs, but we’ll
have to wait till next time.
Another monumental moment in the books
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| 429 km
Refuge
in a truck.
On
the spot invitation.
The
final corner.
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