Eating at a place that serves "Screech": Bad idea.

Just a friendly warning learned from a roadside eatery in Newfoundland. Worst burgers I think I've ever tried. I've been told what Screech is, but I think I've blocked it out, because I don't remember anymore.

Anyway, Newfoundland news- It's damn pretty. I could not react fast enough to get pictures of the landscape as we traveled. Three, sometimes even four or five times in a kilometer, a lake, or a river, or some other gorgeous feature would roll out from behind the trees or rocks, and there was simply no way for me to get them all on camera. Newfoundland, front to back, is a beautiful place to see. St. John's, the largest city we rolled through, happens to have the same problems a lot of Atlantic cities have: Poor planning. Navigation wasn't too hard, though in a few places, five or more roads would converge in a single spot, leading to much confusion. Tilbury, back home, only has two stoplights, and that's just as many as we found in St. John's. Considering the comparatively tiny size of Tilbury, St. John's could use some automated traffic assistance. The signal tower at the top of the hill overlooking the bay proved to be a good spot for hiking about for photos (specifically off the path to the north). Unfortunately, the wind proved too strong for any good video footage of the bay itself, and the million stair climb back to the top almost killed me. I say it's worth it now, but I probably wouldn't have at the time.

The rest of the province we just kinda breezed through. We stopped over in Grand Falls-Windsor, figuring to get a look at the falls that bear that name. No deal. There were no access roads going near the river at all, and the only bridge across the river was privately owned by the local paper mill. Not exactly a tourist-friendly town. We also spent the night in a park in the area, though I don't remember anything especially memorable about it, asides from waking up in a wet tent again, despite a total lack of rain. The long, long drive to the ferry was more of the same awesome scenery, with a lot more shots being missed then I got. The ferry proved to be more enjoyable than the last, with calmer seas and a much shorter path. Given time, we may consider taking one again.

From the ferry exit, we hauled our way across Nova Scotia, and into Price Edward Island. Interesting note, that within 24 hours, we traveled through 3 separate islands, and only used one ferry (e.plus one causeway, and one bridge). Prince Edward Island strikes me as a fairly rural area. Lots of farms spread out over the interior, and harbors about on the exterior. Driving through felt similar to the country roads at home, but not as flat! Why does everywhere else have contours and features, and back home, it's just flat. Maybe once we start getting into the western areas I'll change my opinion. Asides from the red soil, and a very respectable wind power research facility at the very tip of the North Cape, Prince Edward Island was about done. I am impressed by the way the Island markets itself, though. Anything Prince Edward Island does well, is something that any passerby will notice. There are more things directly associated with P.E.I. than any other province, as far as popular knowledge goes.

We've since taken off again, and are shacking up in New Brunswick. Probably going to be a brief maintenance period while we check our laundry, and inspect the vehicle (5,000 km already, and more to go). Afterwards, off through Quebec again, and probably finishing the leg in Ottawa.