St. Johns NL was not in the cards

We did get to Newfoundland, but the gods of chaos, also known as Marine Atlantic (the ferry system between Nova Scotia and NL) changed our schedule at the last minute and landed us at the opposite side of the island than what we had planned. We camped in the beautiful Gros Morne national park on the west side of the island for a couple of days. St. Johns will go on the bucket list. We contented ourselves with plate tectonics lesson - in Gros Morne there is a section of the earth's mantle that was uplifted and exposed - it is a geologist's nirvana. The Newfoundland island is also a great place for bikers - contrary to what we were told, the roads have been great.

Having come from New York, to Newfoundland, we're now in New Brunswick, heading west.

Last night was the first of many rain storms to come. I put on my rainsuit early - Peter waited and now knows the limitation of the water impermeability of his riding jacket (read: he got soaked).

We're in a rather nice hotel tonight, after fighting gusty winds across Nova Scotia, we were late locking down a low-cost place to stay - all that was left was a four-star hotel. Oh, twist my arm.

The bikes are running great - I touch my forehead to the ground to pay respects to the moto gods.