Friday August 14 Clarenville to Gushue Pond 150 km (Total: 7926 km)

Strong winds and a faulty light made for a bunch of shorts naps.  The outside light on the information center kept coming on and turning off every 5 to 10 minutes so it never was dark or bright for very long.  The wind blew from all sides so the tent was very noisy.  We were up around 7:30 am and opted for a Timmy breaky instead of trying to cook in the continuous wind.  Just like at any other Tim Hortons in NFLD, the locals were in no rush to leave and you could get all the local news from every point of view just by listening.  We loaded up with bagels and chocolate milk before facing the strong head wind.  We had gotten a tip from the Information center staff on how to bypass a large climb on the Trans Canada by cutting into town.  We followed the instructions but still managed to run into a steep exit out of town.  The road was a bit busy starting off but the traffic quieted down not long after Clarenville. The forecast today was for a south wind and we were going south- southeast.  The scenery was very nice because we were high above and crossing on a narrow piece of land between Placentia Bay to our right and Trinity Bay to our left.  The wind was scary at time because it shifted with strong gusts from every direction.  You just couldn’t afford to pick up speed going down hills for fear of being thrown into the traffic or over the edge.  We stopped at a Town called Goobies for a booster breakfast.  For an Irving Truck Stop, the service was really slow so we lost some time before getting back on the road.  The wind was a challenge until we got deeper on the Avalon Peninsula.  The roads were good so it made the ride more enjoyable. The boys were leading the way and the seniors were closing behind.  When we reached the next information centre located at the intersection of the Trans Canada and Route 100 heading to the Argentia ferry, the boys had inquired for campgrounds and no one knew of any around.  We went for supper at a place called Monty’s only a kilometer or so down the road.  Since the end of the trip was near, we ordered Cod tongues, fish cakes, fish and chips, and other local meals.  We finished it with deep fried ice cream.  The waitress said there were no campgrounds because people usually camp in gravel pits so there was no need for campgrounds.  With that information, we hit the road and were on the lookout for gravel pits.  It wasn’t long before we had to pullout the flashing tail lights.  Near exit 32, we decided to leave the highway and find a flat spot to pitch the tents for the night.  Garrett had gotten info the previous day that there used to be some sort of camping facility near this exit.  As we were cycling on the side road, we spotted a good place near a well beaten ATV trail. This would become plan B if plan A didn’t work out.  A few more curves in the road and an old sign indicated camping ahead.  When we got there, we found a private campground with a lady at the entrance office.  She said they were completely booked but that she couldn’t just send us out in the darkness on our bicycles.  After some discussions over the two way radio, they managed to find suitable grounds behind the comfort station.  It actually worked out great for us since we were next to the washroom with lots of space to place the three tents.  Here we are just one day from having crossed Newfoundland and are still amazed by the friendliness of the people of this great province.  After a nice shower and some treats from the campground variety store, we all slept very well.