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Another day. And hopefully the truck is fixed and we can get going again. But this extended stay is starting have a distinct Groundhog Day feel to it. Get up. Look out the window. Blue, cloudless sky. Did I mention cold. Probably.

No calls from the shop. I call about 10 and Scott says that the parts have come in and the truck is on the rack. “it should be ready in about 30 minutes. I’ll call you.” (Stop saying that. It never happens.)

Check out is 11 AM and the hotel desk is already pestering me about checkout. I can keep the room if I need it but I have to let them know by noon. They’re being good about it but they have a high school hockey team that’s wants any room they can get. (Did I mention the hockey tournament that’s in town this week?)

Back to the room and wait for the call. The checkout time of 11 comes and goes with no phone call. I wait until nearly 11:30 slowly convincing myself that the delayed call doesn’t mean something else is wrong with the car. Continue Reading »

I wait until about 10 to walk over to the shop. Getty joins me. He’s getting cabin fever, too. Yesterday they found the only ice-road in the area and Rabbit 2.0 got stuck on it. They managed to extract themselves with a little help from a passerby. But without a snow machine there’s not much to do here in the dead of winter.

Scott and Dennis, the tow truck driver, are both behind the counter. Good news. We found the problem. The pressure sensor on the first fuel filter is completely gone. “Never seen or even heard of that before. We ordered a new sensor and a new fuel filter yesterday and it’ll should be here sometime today by air freight. As soon as it gets here we’ll put it in and with some luck you’ll be good to go.” That’s great news. And then the dreaded “We’ll call you later.” Continue Reading »

It’s another beautiful day in Paradise, Arctic version. Blue, cloudless sky. But cold and windy.

I haven’t heard anything yet about the truck from the shop so at about 11 I walk over to enquire. It’s a “brisk” walk but I need a walk after sitting for the last 10 days. But the walk ends in disappointment. The truck is still where it was left Saturday night. Continue Reading »

Happy Easter. Which is the only thing to be happy about. The truck is at Performance Automotive in Goose Bay. We’re in the Royal Inn down the block and around the corner. We’re inside and warm so I guess there’s that to be happy about.

Jeremiah has decided to fly out tonight. I certainly don’t blame him or have a problem with that. We’re going to be stranded here for at least until Tuesday unless a real miracle happens tomorrow morning. He has things that he can’t put off next week and he had already thought about flying home from Quebec City and that was before we got stranded. It’s been great having him along this far.

Around 10:30 I get a call from Justin the owner of Performance. He’s looked at the truck but can only agree that the MIL code says “Low Pressure on Fuel Rail.” We already knew that. Then the warning that it could be something as simple as a loose connector or as serious as a bad fuel pump. He left out the part where it might be cheaper to buy a new truck. (He didn’t really say that.)

He does say, thjough, that he can’t get anyone to work on the truck today. He’ll get it into the shop tomorrow some time to diagnose the problem and they’ll call with news sometime tomorrow.

I might as well get comfy. We’re going to be here for a while.


We’re finally on the Trans Labrador. Just up the hill from the ferry landing there’s a “Welcome to Quebec” monument. We stop for the obligatory photo of Getty standing on the roof of Rabbit 2.0 parked in front of the monument. On the road again.

In just a few kilometers we enter into Labrador again. We have just traveled in 3 time zones in lest than 4 hours. Blanc Sablon is on the Eastern Daylight time, 4 hours from Universal Time. (UTC used to be known as Greenwich Mean Time.) Labrador is on Atlantic Daylight time, 3 hours from Universal Time. The island of Newfoundland is on Weird Daylight time, 3½ hours from Universal Time. I don’t know why either. Continue Reading »

We don’t have reservations for the ferry crossing to Blanc Sablon so the drill is to show up at the ticket office early, get in line and wait for the office to open. When the office does open, usually at 8 AM, you get a ticket for the position in line to actually buy the ticket. Then you comeback at some time later to get the ferry ticket. But because the ferry is scheduled to depart at 8 AM, we have to be at the office at 6 AM to get the line ticket and then return at 7 AM to get the ticket.

I set an alarm for 5:30 and when the alarm does go off I start punching the snooze button. Finally, out of bed at 5:45. Over to the office at 5:55. Ticket woman arrives promptly at 6 and we get the line tickets for J and I and for M/M. “Come back at 7.” “The ferry IS going today?” “The captain will decide by 7 and then we’ll know.” Continue Reading »

The weather has cleared overnight and MG wants to go out to Cape Fear to watch the sunrise. MF and Jeremiah aren’t interested and sleep in. Good choice.

Cape Fear is literally land’s end in Newfoundland. There’s a lighthouse there and the remains of a huge gun emplacement that protected St Johns harbor from U-boats during WWII. The guns are long gone but the concrete emplacement is still there.

And the wind is there. An icy, strong wind that has frozen the sea mist to everything out there. MG and I start up a wooden stairway to the lighthouse but the ice and wind make disaster a certainty. Back on to the sedge along the walkway to the top. Where the wind is howling. Continue Reading »

It’s not raining in the morning but it should be. It’s cold windy and very wet. The temperature is just about 32°F and it would be snowing if we weren’t next to the ocean. It’s oing to be a long day, 900 kilometers, but the road is good and we have a goal.

All of us have been up the Dempster in the Northwest Territories and at the end of the MacKenzie river in the tiny town of Tuktoyaktuk is one end of the Trans Canada Trail. The other end of the Trans Canada Trail is in St Johns. That’s where we are headed.

The road is long but fast and open. We stop for a chinese lunch in Bishop Falls. Take some pictures en route. Marc G can’t resist stopping in Dildo, NL for a typical MG photo op atop Rabbit 2.0.

We arrive in St. Johns by following the Trans Canada Highway (TCH) to the end at km zero. The kilometers have been climbimg down for the last few hundred kms and we’re looking for a monument or at least a sign signifying the end of the TCH. Continue Reading »

The weather since we left Maine has been beautiful. Real Chamber of Commerce post card days with bright sun and blue skies. That changed dramatically overnight. There had been a large low pressure system south of Nova Scotia and its high winds had caused the cancellation of the overnight crossing. Now its rain shield finally caught up with us. I’s going to be a miserable day, probably best to be stuck in the ferry.

It’s only about 10 miles to the ferry and we arrive early to make sure we get on the ship. It turns out that there is no problem getting on the ship. There is a problem getting into the port staging area, however. Continue Reading »

Today we run for the ferry. We’re scheduled on an 11:30 PM overnight crossing to Port aux Basques, NL that takes 6 1/2 hours. We have cabins scheduled so that we can sleep and head for St. Johns as soon as we get off the boat. En route, we’re planning on doing some sight-seeing.

Mark F has wanted to do the Cabot trail which is a road that drives the perimeter of a peninsula on the north coast of Nova Scotia. It’s about 6 hours but that’s exactly why we added a slack day to Sydney. Keep the grinding mileage to a minimum and actually see something.

Along the way, Mark F has a recommendation for a restaurant. The restaurant is suppoesed to have the best fried clams anywhere. We stop. We order a sampling of the menu for the four of us which ends up being way more food than we can possibly eat. But the clams are really good, maybe the best anywhere. Continue Reading »

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