With the bikes loaded, after a brief visit with Glen, we headed inland, leaving the beautful view of Cox's Cove behind. The further inland we went, the less threatening the sky seemed. In Corner Brook we motored around for a bit trying to find a place for breakfast. Asked one fellow (a city street worker) and he suggested Tim Horton's - Al and I agreed - that's not breakfast. Then he said, "dere's a place down at d'end of d'mall that you could try..."
And find it we did, after a tour of the back parking lot of the Corner Brook mall - Arom'a Plus. We had a fine scoff - a full breakfast as they say in Newfoundland. I had eggs, hash browns, bacon, sausage, ham and bologna - and ended up sharing some of my meat with Al who only had eggs and bacon! We were set for the road!
Onto the Trans Canada we headed south with very little traffic - until we reached the turn off for Stephenville - then the northbound traffic picked up - boat traffic it seemed to be...
|Cape St. George, NL|
Just before we joined up with RTE 460 for the return leg, there was a restaurant on the left hand side of the road, up on a little hill. I tell you this because I can't remember the name of it... but I can sure remember the food! We had the daily special: pan fried salmon. Al had mashed and I had fries! Was it ever good! We also had a little visit with a couple from Burlington, ON and another couple from Cascadia, Oregon. They were quite intrigued that I had travelled through their community last summer on my Sabbatical journey.
With our bellies full we made our way to Stephenville were we stopped for supplies. I needed some hearing aid batteries. The drugstore in the grocery store didn't have any so we had to go to Wal-Mark - but not before we stopped for some adult beverages for the evening. At Wal-Mart I got my hearing aid batteries, granola bars and some reading material for the boat. New destination? Flat Bay.
|Flat Bay, NL|
Hilroy had told me to stop at the Ultramar on the Trans Canada and ask for directions to his brother's place. So, leaving Stephenville, past Noel's Pond and through Stephenville Crossing we went, stopping at some construction on the bridge over St. George's Bay for a light to change.
We turned onto the Trans Canada and not long afterward we came to the Ultramar where we pulled in. Al went directly to the pumps to fill up. I parked and was headed in to ask for directions when I noticed two men in a blue pickup looking at me - expectantly - it was Walter and Ernie. Walter is Hilroy's brother. After greetings all around, Walter told us to follow them in - no need for directions!
Returning to the house Melita had a meal ready for us: moose steak and vegetables with a lemon custard for desert. It was delicious!! All of it!! This brought my count of moose sighting up to two - both on plates!
With our hunger sated Walter took us across the road to meet his daughter and show us her home - that he had built for her, based on her plans. Its a beautiful home - so full of character and love.
|The House that Walter Built|
Returning to Walter and Melita's home we settled in for more conversation. Walter showed us family pictures, Melita shared some photos of sunsets taken over the bay and we heard story after story about life in Flat Bay, about people leaving and returning, about the various cultures that have married and intermingled, about the deep connection to the land and family...
In the midst of this, I turned on my computer to show Walter and Melita pictures of my two boys and while doing that I checked my email - it was here that I learned that Anna's cousin, Randy Czapalay, who had been battling a cancerous brain tumor had died. His mother Joan had asked me if I would take part in a graveside service for him in Port Greville.
Al and I had been weighing what to do next. I was filled with cold. With our visit here we had accomplished to two must do items: the Trans Labrador and a visit to Flat Bay... we had thought about heading down to Burgeo on Sunday morning... but this news decided things for us. We were heading for the boat on Sunday morning.
I called Marine Atlantic and changed our reservations, called Anna and told her we were heading home, emailed Joan and let her know I would be home on Sunday evening and then called the hotel in North Sydney and cancelled our reservation for Thursday morning.
Eventually I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. I needed to go to bed. I headed upstair to bed and left Al and Walter having "one more".
|Our track for the day: 319KM|
|Our elevation profile for the day!|