We booked a room thinking it was a Viking theme motel. When we got there it turned out to be accommodations alright, but at this place they hadn't changed the sheets for a thousand years.
What' up with Zach Galifinakis?
The original order from Young's sod.
Decided that nine hundred and ninety-nine year old bed bugs weren't are thing and we hit the path.
Out of no where a dog seemed to beckon us. It was either trying to signal that someone was trapped in the old un-marked abandon well OR that there was a great camp spot just around the corner.
Here we are close to Lanse aux meadows. About as far north on Newfoundland's Northern peninsula as one can get. The island across from us is Quirpon. Home to a rather famous Lighthouse were you can stay. If you don't mind a blinding flash of light coming in your room' window every seven seconds.
A Newfoundland staple. Scruncions. Cured salted pork fat that's added to what was a rather bland diet for years.
I would eat these just a a meal. Here we will fry some fish in and with the oil.
Roasted potatoes, turnip greens and you know the rest.
Our evening finished cool and breezy.
Better add some more driftwood to the fire
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