Husky puppy! Near our tent site, Wiltondale, NL.
On the 431 towards Birchy Head.
View from our tent, Birchy Head Bonne Bay, NL.
Just before the first steep hill towards the Tablelands.
View of Bonne Bay from the top of the first steep hill towards Trout River.
Cooking a meal at our tent site near Trout River.
Our tent site at Woody Point.
Woody Point lighthouse. We set up our tent just behind it.
Water taxi from Woody Point to Norris Point.
Water taxi from Woody Point.
Shipwreck of the S.S. Eadie, 1919.
At the shipwreck site.
Very windy roadside repair on our way to Cow Head.
Lots of trees like this along the Northern Peninsula coast.
We camped at the rest stop of the village of Bellburns.
Sunset at Bellburns.
Salmon ladder, Torrent River Hawke's Bay
On the huge limestone slab, with glacial etchings, Hawke's Bay.
With Angie, Torrent River Nature Park, Hawke's Bay.
Ewwww, moose leg on dirt road from Port au Choix.
Looking for a tent spot, Eddie's Cove West.
Cleaning up the beach at Eddie's Cove West.
View from our tent spot, Eddie's Cove West.
Where we set up the tent, Eddie's Cove West.
Benoit filtering water.
Our lobster trap wind shelter at Pond Cove.
A roadside garden.
Iceberg (in the distance)!
Doesn't apply to cyclists!
Effects of the northeasterly wind?
Gravel pit camping.
Bakeapple jam and homemade bread.
Near St Lunaire (thanks to Kathy Snow for snapping the photo!).
The most moose we've seen at once.
Iceberg, L'Anse aux Meadows.
Viking village, L'Anse aux Meadows.
Walking Rheal's dog Anuk before getting a lift to Rocky Harbour.
Our bikes at the top of Southeast, the big hill between Rocky Harbour and Deer Lake.
Victory! We made it to the top of Southeast hill.
Benoit's new hat.
Is that a smile or a grimace? On the TransCanada Highway from Corner Brook.
Benoit has his own avenue.
With Jim and Michelle, our saviours in Port au Port East. Michelle's maiden name is Benoit!
Benoit's turn to have a photo with Jim and Michelle.
This one is for you, Car! (For your fridge collection.)
Church in Port au Port West. The settlers built the roof as one would a boat.
(Singing) "Lamb of God..."
The mini storm before the big 'un that blasted us with rain, thunder and lightning for 5 hours in our tent overnight.
Benoit is a common family name around the Port au Port Peninsula.
Skyping with Patrick.
The highlands of the Port au Port Peninsula.
Ile Rouge (Red Island), a former fishing community, resettled to La Grande Terre (Mainland).
Une maison à La Grande Terre.
The view from where we camped behind someone's shed in Campbell's Creek.
With Tyler at the Port au Port Peninsula tourist chalet.
At Barachois Pond Provincial Park. Our stop before tackling the Burgeo Highway.
The beginning of the Burgeo Highway #480, the long road with nothing on it!
"High tea" in the tent. It was pissing rain outside.
Roadside stop in the rain along the Burgeo Highway.
A fox! It was licking his lips at us before trotting away.
We stopped every hour for a quick snack (and sometimes a quick photo op) for the last 100 km of the Burgeo road.
Burgeo Highway view, looking back at the Annieopsquotch Mountains from the Blue Hills of Couteau.
One of many, really MANY, brooks along the Burgeo Highway.
Boulders left by receding glaciers, Burgeo Highway.
Burgeo Highway glacial boulder.
Seven kilometres of sandy beach at Burgeo.
Beach strolling, Burgeo.
The water was warm here!
Benoit going for a dip, Burgeo.
Our dinner at the beach as the sun was setting, Burgeo.
The passenger/freight ferry from Burgeo to Grand Bruit, then continuing the next day to LaPoile and finally to Rose Blanche.
We just couldn't believe that this was the ferry to take us from Burgeo.
Tying down the bicycles aboard the ferry to Grand Bruit.
That rusty old thing in the background is the crane to load the freight.
Side view of the old tug (our ferry to Grand Bruit).
Outside, smile. Inside, nausea.
Grand Bruit, named for the "big noise" the waterfall makes.
Buddy, the dog of Bryan and Barb, strolling the sidewalk "road" of Grand Bruit.
Grand Bruit has no access by road, only by ferry.
Thank you, Bryan, for convincing us to stay overnight in Grand Bruit. We loved it.
Grand Bruit's bring-your-own-booze hang out spot. We went there for a drink and a chat after dinner at Bryan and Barbara's.
Overnight in the freight shed at the wharf in Grand Bruit. It kept us out of the rain and we slept really well.
With Barbara and Bryan in Grand Bruit, before the morning ferry to take us to Rose Blanche (with a stopover in LaPoile).
Old airline seats (circa 1970?) for the sitting area in the Grand Bruit-LaPoile-Rose Blanche ferry.
The Rose Blanche lighthouse in the fog.
Along the road from Rose Blanche towards Port aux Basques.
Waiting to board the ferry in Port aux Basques, Newfoundland, to North Sydney, Nova Scotia.
Bye bye Newfoundland, as the ferry departs. We had a blast cycling about 1300 kilometres in the west of the province.