Our place in Ferryland was run by a couple that do some singing for charities, and so on. They had agreed to sing a few songs for us after our breakfast, and we were delighted to be on the receiving end of those. Charlie plays the button accordion and Maxine plays a guitar. Maxine sings.
Then off on the bikes, of course going uphill from the start. Some downs, some ups. But after Cappahayden, we were up on "the Barrens" (pronounced Bah-runs, in Newfoundland). And barren it was. The picture doesn't really show it too well, but there was a lot of land that looked like the great north. Short of trees, and trees that were very short. Scrub bush and lots of wildflowers. It was both stark and beautiful.
After about 45 kilometres of this, I was bushed. And by then, Darlene had thankfully come along with some lunch for us. I decided to do the final 16 km or so in the van, but Barry pushed on, even doing the steep hill coming into Trepassey (the call it Coarse Hill Road—I like that). And we are staying at the one and only inn in town. The Trepassey Inn is out of the seventies. It has wonderful friendly and helpful staff, but the facilities need some refreshing. To its credit, it was clean and pleasant, and the area was quiet and dark for sleeping.
(Trepassey was on its way to becoming a major town back about 20 years ago. The fish were plentiful, a factory was being built, there was a commercial centre that was as big as any on the South Shore. The schools were full. But then the cod fishery collapsed. The enrolment in the school went from 800 to 24! Businesses closed. Lots of people moved out. The town now looks like something, as Darlene says, between Cornwall and Sudbury.)
A fine supper, followed by a fine sleep.
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Location:Highway 10,Trepassey,Canada
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