I woke up on the wrong side of the sleeping bag today. Not sure what set me off but I was in a funk all day. I left Corner Brook which was a feat in itself. Who designed their road system, a chimp with a crayon? I’ve seen maps that made more sense in a bowl of spaghetti. Anyway, enough about that. I drove up the 450 all the way to Lark Harbour. Got a few shots in Little Port and Frenchman’s Cove, some during a storm of sideways sleet-hail.
I drove through Corner Brook and went on to Gander. Got there just as it was dark and decided I was too restless to sit around. I also checked my bank account and panicked. I figure if all else fails I want to see the furthest Eastern point of Canada so I drove straight to St. John’s. Besides, the roads were dry and aside from some wind gusts the weather was nice, could see the stars the whole way here. Now this way I know approximately what I need as far as gas money to get back to Port-aux Basque. After Cape Spear tomorrow I can try and gauge a few shorter North or South detours as I make my way back towards the ferry. Money sucks.
Tomorrow is supposed to be nicer weather. A little colder but I’d rather bundle up and get some good sky for my shots than be warmer and shoot in a snow storm with gray skies.
Anyway, tomorrow is going to be a landmark day for me and this trip. I’m sure I’ll be in a better mood.