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well, well, well. i am eatin me own words. who would have thought one could get lost following a train track? not me in anycase. it happened though. lets start where i left off. so as to be chronological and such.
So that night after i wrote the last letter, i had a few to many down in the pub. me and this fellah named stephane took advantage of the Friday special at the spur. a beautiful dank pit right on waterstreet. he spent most of the night trying to convince me that i would have a much better time in newfoundland if i stayed where i was. he didn't convince me though. i staggered back to my pack at around 11 where i slept like a log.
The next morning i woke to find myself convieniently located next to a tim hortons, soes i stopped in for me morning cup a java. on the way over i ran into stephan again. he tried to be congienial and carry on a conversation but cut it off sayin "I'd better get ta home." we parted ways again, and i thanked my diligence in sayin no to one more round.
that day i walked, and walked, and walked. all day. the path was excellent. your average bike path in any town. then just outside of paradise it turned a little ugly.
there were huge divots in the path every meter or so. would've been real agrevating had i chose a bike for this journey. it was nice though. the trail wound through some beautiful lakes and past some gorgeous cottages. at one point the trail turned into a gravel road (potholes still included), and brought me through some nice back woods towns. I got to Conception Bay South round about 8:30 ended up making a little hunker out of a park bench next to the ocean. best one to date if i do say so meself. it was another glorious sunset that evening.
the next day i rode back into town for a coffee. chatted up some locals, and then headed back out to the trail. i walked next to the shore until noon, when i was stopped by a bright smile on an atv. His name was Ed. quite nice. He asked me where i was headed, i told him Port aux Basque. to which he replied "Gees bye, got lot a walking ahead of ya. would you like a lift?" its always been hard for me to pass up a ride especially when the person is so friendly. so i obliged. "i can take ye as far as Mars (Mahers)." well if i thought the potholes were hard on the walking they were worse on the the back of a quad. i bounced so much i nearly lost me biscuits.
Ed dropped me off when we arrived at his cabin. He said that he would
check to see if his brother was in and if he wasn't he would drive me
a little further. i walked on down the road and snacked a little and
not 5 minutes went by and i saw his beaming smile once again. he
drove me all the way down to Whitburne. he let me off at the local
store and i picked up some more provisions. then it was back to the
trail.
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