or Into the Not So Wilds of Notre Dame Bay
Still on the island of Newfoundland, the next leg of my adventure found me camping in a real tent in a small cove along the shore in Notre Dame Bay. As you can see, I don’t travel light.
I’ve gotten pretty good at putting up a tent by myself. The secret is to lay everything out then go inside and tie the top of a properly adjusted tension pole to the peak. (I keep onein the car.) This keeps the tent in position while you run around and set the poles in place. It is a little trickier in the wind but, knock on wood, it hasn’t failed me yet. The forecast was for dry weather so I didn’t bother with my usual tarp arrangement. I was tucked away in the trees on a bed of thick moss. It was a tidge downhill but so comfortable that when I next slept on level ground I caught myself wishing for a padding of moss and I had to arrange my pillows so that my bed felt like it was on the same slope.
It might look like I am off in some remote wilderness location but in actual fact, I am only thirty meters or so from my sister’s off-grid cabin. It is accessible by boat or by a twenty minute drive down a dirt road which is in vaious states of repair; some parts of the year being completely impassable. I was reluctant to take the bananamobile down over it but, knock on wood, there was no harm done.
The view from my temporary home was hard to beat. If I wasn’t so lazy I’d insert an audio clip of screeching gulls so that you could have the full effect
I had a variety of goals for this part of my adventure. I would do a little kayaking, some visiting with family, and some fishing. That’s at least three more blog posts!!
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