Finishing the Journey

Ok, the last chapter I left you with was leaving Branch after the hangover of all hangovers. Being as we were hungover and didn't leave until 4, we didn't make it too far this day. 28.5 kms to be exact. I started feeling good once we got pedalling.

Terry, on the other hand was one grumpy dude. Sorry Terry, telling it like it was. We started looking for a roadside place to camp after about 20 kms and finally found a small gravel pit like site. It was actually quite nice, considering. It turned out the REAL gravel pit was somewhere just up the last road we passed before choosing this site. We discovered this after a vehicle drove by us, turned up that road and then shortly after the gravel crusher started. He had the late shift. It didn't stop until just before we were to leave the next morning. Besides the continuous sound of gravel being crushed a few hundred meters away, it was a nice night. Angie created a very feng shui kitchen complete with an entrance (made of rocks), seats (made of rocks), two cooking platforms (also made of rocks)....you get the idea. Hey, when you're given rocks...uh, make a kitchen? After a tasty dinner we enjoyed an amazing star filled sky. Angie had a star chart and we checked out the constellations while Terry cursed the gravel crusher. Don't get me wrong, we were all cursing the gravel crusher.
The next morning we had oatmeal for breakfast and the hit the road with sunny skies and feeling 200% better than the previous morning. We decided to put in a good day and did. We rode 90 kms to Conception Bay and camping on the northern shores of the Avalon Peninsula. It was a generally enjoyable day, taking pictures of everyday life in Newfoundland and enjoying the fresh air. We stoppped for some awesome cod bites and chips. Fresh, cheap($5), and tasty! We pushed on to a great camping spot right on the water. Windy, but beautiful. Oh, it should be noted that I cracked out the whoopy cushion I bought earlier in the trip this day as well.


We stopped for coffee and ice cream in Holyrood (like Hollywood, except in Newfoundland) and there were a few unexpected BBRRRAAPPP's, much to my enjoyment and Terry and Angie's embarrassment.
Terry retired early once we got camp set up as he was feeling sick. Angie and I had a small fire on the beach in an old tire rim and I got to laugh at the crazy workings of her brain fuelled on caffeine and ice cream. Very funny girl. Miss you guys!