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Newfoundland
2022
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Day 05 July 18 |
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| I am scheduled to pick up the truck at 9:30 AM this morning but I am up way early as is my usual custom. I am wondering what to do with myself but at least it appears that it will be sunny day. | ||||||
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| I figure I might as well eat breakfast since I can't sing and I can't dance and it's too windy to haul rocks. | ||||||
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| It is still pretty early, but I figure I'll be sitting at the UHaul place when they open. So I check out of my room after I call a cab and they are there shortly to retrieve me. Maybe I'll get away a little earlier than planned which will be good considering I've got to get loaded, I have a border crossing and over 700 miles to cover before my head hits the pillow. | ||||||
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| It's a short ride to the UHaul place so I'm now on to the next step of my adventure. | ||||||
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| The truck is sitting there and for that I am really thankful. I open the back up and it fortunately has tie down bars. If it didn't, my plan was to stop at the local WalMart and get pillows or a mattress to lay SweetTreat down on. | ||||||
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| I've already called Tri-County Towing and told them about what time I will be there. Once I arrive they get me and poor SweetTreat loaded back on the flatbed so we can roll right into the UHaul without a fuss. | ||||||
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I ask them to cinch her down since they have a lot more experience at it than me. (She will never move in over 1,800 miles of some pretty rough pavement.) I tell them - "Let me get your picture. Just think - you'll be world famous now!" |
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| Soon I'm back on the long road to the Holler with SweetTreat secured behind me. | ||||||
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| I pass by the same set of windmills that I did coming in and I still don't like they way they spoil the view. | ||||||
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| When I cross the border from Nova Scotia to New Brunswick, the flags remind me that Nova Scotia means 'New Scotland' as their flag closely resembles the flag of Scotland. | ||||||
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| It's long journey to where I'm headed, but at least we are now on the way. | ||||||
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| The fog has settled in the harbor as I pass through Saint John. | ||||||
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| I decide to take Highway 1 all the way to the bigger US border crossing rather than the Milltown one I used coming in. I have no trouble at all other than I have to open the truck so the agent can check my cargo. He happens to be a motorcyclist also so we have a nice short discussion about places we've ridden and what has happened to me on this trip. | ||||||
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| At last I am in Maine but it's still 'a long way to Tipperary' from here. | ||||||
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| Highway 9 is deserted this morning on the way to Bangor and for that I am thankful. | ||||||
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| Once I get to the slab, the bottom falls out. But at least I don't have to stop and put my rain suit on. | ||||||
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| When I finally arrive at the Travelodge in Brattleboro Vermont, I find that their computer is down. Then the clerk goes into this strange dialog about drug use not allowed, the room is not my home, yada, yada, yada - all in a monotone voice and never cracking a smile. It all seems like a sketch right out of an old "Laugh-In" show, but she appears to be very serious. So I figure I must be in one of the less 'desirable' places in town. But I came to spend the night not a lifetime, so I just make sure I've got the back and the front of the UHaul locked tight just in case. | ||||||
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| When I get to my room I recognize this as a former Motel 6. And I remember why I don't use them any more unless I have no other choices. | ||||||
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| On the way, I figured I would be getting in real late, so I grabbed a sandwich, chips and a drink for supper at my last fuel stop. With nourishment taken care of, I fold up like nickel card table and drift off into a tired sleep. | ||||||
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