Day 8, Saturday, Aug 27, a lake somewhere on the road to Happy Valley/Goose Bay/northwest River, 192 miles (2042 total)m

Day 8, Saturday, Aug 27, a lake somewhere on the road to Happy Valley/Goose Bay/northwest River, 192 miles (2042 total)

To be sure, a major part of these trips  is the road, and the panorama that changes before your eyes every minute or so.  I could describe each such scene, no two would be alike, and that's what makes these trips so special.  There aren't too many variables that change in each scene, but no two are the same, the lush wilderness through which the road cuts, the lakes and rivers, and the road itself, all hut empty of cars. One photo would tell nothing. You'd have the see 4000 to understand what I am saying.

Today we passed through Churchill Falls, a small company town the to service the huge dam that generates electricity for Quebec.  We left there about 3pm hoping to find the spot or former spot we stayed in in 2002, pen of the reasons for this trip.  The dirt and gravel road to Northwest River was superb, the best I have driven on, which made the trip pleasant because you didn't have to worry about the potholes changing the direction of your vehicle as you emerged from them.  Trying to rely on a 9-year memory, in gave myself until 5pm to find the spot, and then we would bivouac the first decent place we could find, although I knew there would be none for miles.  After about 10 false leads of going down dirt roads looking for the place, some of which were impossible t turn around on except with gat risk (but the Defender served me well), we found the spot at 5:05.  Perfect.  And it was still the same except that they had cleared an opening so (I guess) people could enjoy the view.  And that clearing was right where I had camped nine years ago.  And as soon as we arrived, we were by that loon, which was the treat of the entire trip so far.  My trip was made by that one greeting.  But we were also greeted by legions of back flies, who stayed around until the rains and winds came, which started just minutes after we had the tent erected.  What great timing.  And what a pleasant night it was in the tent with the drizzle falling on the fly.

Tomorrow our destination is Northwest River, the end of the road in the northeast, about 160 miles from here.  In 2002, we camped on the beach in the center of town, and I hole to do the same tomorrow, unless something better comes along. But that will be hard to beat. After that, we take the sweat portion of the dirt and gravel road that was just completed in 2009' about 500 miles, down to where we catch the cargo ship on Friday. So far, we are 100 percent on schedule, and I hope  it stays that way.

A some point, I will add some photos, but with so little time each day to do even the essential stuff,  don't know when than will be.  The evening and morning chores each take three hours, and with 8 hours of driving each day and nine for sleeping, that doesn't leave much time for organizing photos.   But we'll see.

Ed