We stayed at a nice comfortable B&B in Deer Lake and chucking out time was 9:30, unlike the normal 11 or 12am, so we made an early start. It wasn’t long before we were fair whizzing along the highway aided by a strong west wind. After tea breaks at a couple of gas stations along the way we managed the 131km to Springdale at a respectable average of 28.3kph. This may not put us in the Tour de France league but two old geezers flaked out on a motel bed are impressed. There were not many photo opportunities because, unlike the previous days with many scenic views, today was spent riding with dense forest on both sides.
One point of interest turned out to be a crashed caravan on the opposite side of the road and we were travelling so fast we were over 100yds past it before we decided to go back and get a picture. No sooner were we back at the caravan taking pics than a motorcyclist stopped and wandered over to take a picture and while I was talking to him another one had stopped and walked over. TimB is stood 20yds further away and had been waiting for me to get out of the way and is now waiting for a crowd to move. Before any of us have finished a pick up truck driver towing a caravan stops thinking that this is a fresh accident site. He gets going again when he see that this is not the case and the rest of us move off quickly before we manage to stop all the traffic in both directions. It all seemed to be a bit Monty Pythonish. When we got to Springdale we visited the waterfront to see the sights.
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