|Dave woke to the foghorn in Port Aux Basques. No, it wasn't me snoring|
or yapping - it was the foghorn, literally. The fog was thick as pea soup in
the harbour at Port Aux Basques and was thick in varying spots as we
made our way across The Rock.
|The Table Mountains rose out of the mist, turning everything into a|
picture post card.
|Near Corner Brook. The scenery was stunning.|
|At Joey's Lookout.|
|A broken culvert at another spot along the Trans Canada; this one in Terra|
Nova Provincial Park. There were several spots along the highway
where construction crews had to repair Igor's damage.
|On the road again, just can't wait to get on the road again,|
making music with my bean-eating friends,
who just can't wait to get on the road again.