One benefit of the many potholes along the Burgeo Road is they forced me to slow down and enjoy the scenery. The barren landscape exhibits a stark beauty with each life form struggling to maintain it's hold in this land of ice, frigid temperatures and wind. The retreat of glaciers that once scoured this land, left behind many small lakes, raging rivers and the occasional boulder fields placed randomly like child's marbles about the landscape. It was nearly 100 mi to the TCH but I had a full tank of fuel and a gas can as well. To my dismay I noticed some water settling in the bottom of my fuel can and a few black flies that had worked their way in past the seal. They really are tenacious bugs! As the day slipped forward, I realized that the Port Aux Basques ferry was easily within range for the evening crossing. I had planned to spend a bit more time cruising around the west coast but something inside me told me it was time for a change. Perhaps it was the mental strain of the journey and lack of sleep but I was ready to get a move on and knock out the miles. Port au Port Peninsula and it's memories from the last trip would have to be enough to hold on to until next time.
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Keith L.
8/12/2015 02:44:24 pm
Are you the Honda Ruckus guy?
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Mike Saunders
8/13/2015 01:09:24 am
Yup! Scooting around N.America on my 48cc Ruckus. Thanks for following.
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Mike SaundersIn May 2014 I quit my job to ride a Honda Ruckus over 69'000 mi and counting. Wild camping most nights and cooking most of my own meals, I keep the costs low and the landscape changing. Archives
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