Sunday morning was an early start. Few good hills out of Cape Spear, a lot of great people there to see us off.
Tim came along for the ride, as you can see, he was quite excited. He even got me working the camera.
At some point outside of St John’s, the weather took a turn for the worse, and we were biking in wind and rain. I suppose it was going to happen eventually!!
The weather started to clear up, and Tim left to go back to St John’s. We stopped to eat in Holyrood, where the local wildlife was quite spectacular, but not very active.
Feeling pretty pumped after stuffing our faces, we headed to Blaketown, about 40km away. Here, we knocked on the door of every house until we got an answer (we were looking to pitch our tent for the night).
A really great family opened their doors to some hungry travellers – Wilf, Vicki, Nana, and their kids were amazingly welcoming to us, with coffee and food that night, and in the morning.
They sent us on our way in style with some delicious, perfectly cooked hard-boiled eggs to fuel us for the next day.
Next it was off to Goobies. It was like Rohan under clear blue skies, wide open vistas and some great outcrops for climbing and taking photos.
Tented up in a moss-covered glen next to the truck stop that constitutes the town of Goobies. Ate supper like cowboys sitting on two overturned crates with the stove making its airplane noise like it was being paid to (that thing is loud!!).
From Goobies it was off to Charlottetown (NL), just inside Terra Nova National Park. A gorgeous little village on the water.
We pitched our tent in between two wharfs, and woke up briefly to a beautiful sunrise … and fell back asleep.
Just as we were getting ready to go, Lorraine stopped by in her pick-up truck and offered us a shower! Yes, please! She let us dry our clothes and gave us some more hard-boiled eggs, and sweets (she owned a bakery!). Wonderful.
Everyone has been so kind along the way.
Today was mostly overcast, and a fast ride through Terra Nova and beyond to Gander. The hills though, man, formidable!! Working those biking muscles. Fuel, we’ve discovered, can take many forms…
Now in Gander, we are about half way in between St John’s and Deer Lake. It’s kind of surreal looking at a road sign facing east and seeing “St John’s 322km.” Have we really gone that far already? Wow.
I learned very quickly that having a constant data stream from the GPS was counterproductive, as I’ve learned that part of the joy of long distance biking is getting lost in one’s surroundings, not engrossed in one’s metrics. Day 1 was hard for this, but from the second day on, I felt a noticeable change in my attitude about things, and it just felt “right” to ignore the information for the most part (I am still collecting it, though).
Fitness is really starting to feel good. Today was much like day 1 in distance, though with more hills, and I felt better throughout. Legs start to go on autopilot after a while, and it’s nice to know that my legs adapt quickly. I was telling Sarah after Day 1 that 100km was the longest I had ever biked in one day — by double! After 3 more days of similar progress, I guess I can say I’m touring? Cool.
Tomorrow is supposed to be another long day to Grand Falls Windsor. The forecast is saying rain, so we’ll see how things go, but it should be ok. Optimistic, and incredibly happy to be going on this adventure.