Landed on Newfoundland's Port aux Basques after a rough crossing. The shore was overcast with a fog and light mist.
With an hour left before dark I quickly stopped in town for water and a map.
The laughs and horn honking started right away with locals extremely amused at the sight of the EcoRocket. As I came out of the grocery store an older couple pulled up beside the velo. The old+timer behind the wheel asked a question I must have heard a hundred times, "Does it float?". Tired, cold and wet, I replied, "It goes underwater too!". "It does?!", he said, not sure whether to believe me or not.
I skeedaddled onto the highway and outta town as fast as I could because I was losing daylight and patience with silly questions. Riding in the rain depresses me, but I was soon completely soaked and felt a little better because I couldn't get any more wet.
That's when exotic landscape and rich shades of green vegetation started to hit me. Wow, this place looks different to my eye than any other place I've been in Canada. In the mist I imagined it a sort of faerie land where giants might climb over the next hill. A gently beautiful painting I flowed through, imagining I could reach out and touch trees 30 metres away.
I'm tempted to go on, trying to describe the landscape because I'd become utterly bored with the thick undifferentiated blob of forest on the mainland, the awe of this view was a hyper-reality. Don't know what it will seem like tomorrow, but tonight I sleep in a vast garden without one detail overlooked.
I've set camp in the nearby JT Cheeseman Provincial Park under a stand of pines with a river stone bed leading to an Atlantic lagoon
20 metres away.
Tuesday morning I'm booked to do a CBC morning radio show 210 km up the road, so I can slow my pace a bit and enjoy a look around. I hope the sun decides to come out tomorrow....
End Ship's Log entry.
-- Major Dude
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