Don't listen to little girls

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It was looking a lot like rain as i headed up the track, and i was worried that i may not find a suitable spot to set up my tarp, when low and behold a bridge appeared before me. it started to mist just as i arrived at it. climbing up the hill underneath i was pleased to find a lovely wee little hovel just the right size for me tarp and belongings. i slept.

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under a bridge

it poured that night, there was lightning and thunder, and i was dry. success. the next morning i stayed in my sleeping bag until 10 the next morning cozy and warm. then the rain stopped and i had to get moving. walka, walka, walka.

i got to Placentia Junciton a little past noon. thats where i made my mistake. the path diverged i guess thats why they call it a junction. anyway i asked two young girls which path took me to tickle harbour and they pointed me down the wrong path. i had a suspicion that it was wrong however it didn't phase me. i walked on.

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took a left when i shoulda been right

As it was getting on towards dark and looking alot like rain i started scooping for a sleepin spot. i came across this old burnt out cube van. it was pretty holey but it would do in a pinch. i found some scrap wood lying about and used that to patch up some of the larger holes but it still leaked. i woke up in the middle of the night to find myself sleeping in a pond. my gear remained dry however and that was a definate plus.

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broke down palace

i left the insecurity of the van at around 8 the next morning. right when the rain stopped. (i detect a theme begining here). i came across Villa Marie a few minutes later. I had no idea that this was actually a train stop as i thought i was headed to Tickle harbour. anyhow more walking and more dodging of puddles brought me out to a road where i thought this harbour place should be. there was no sign of nothing there just a pick up and some speeding cars. I sat around trying to figure out what was going on when the owner of the truck came back. he told me that dunville was just 2 mile up the road. i looked at my map and realized my error. with not much else to do i walked into town, where i found a B+B which is where i am now. Barb and Frank are really great people if your ever out this way i recomend a stop its called "Behind The Maples." they've even fed me a dinner of Mashed tater and Moose sausage. quite tastey.

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Barb & Frank

Any how Barb and frank promised to give me a lift back to the junction the next day. I was a little miffed that I had to get in a car but i suppose its better than all that back tracking.

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