The fog and drizzle stuck around, and by that I mean, clung to everything. We may have slept in the car with dry sleeping bags, but we still had to pack up a soggy tent and air mattress in the morning. The good news was that we had lots of time, as it was far too foggy to even consider leaving town and groping our way back up Route 360.
We waited until it lifted at least a little, and then spent a tense half-hour or so creeping northwards towards the Trans-Canada, until we got far enough inland that the fog finally yielded to the sun. Most of the day was spent cruising eastward under sunny skies along the TCH towards St. John's, with a few strategic stops along the way.
I'm still contemplating the moral repercussions of the planned visit to Come By Chance, but of course we all have our crosses to bear. As expected, Dildo was quite satisfying, though I think they missed a golden opportunity to re-name the neighbouring village of South Dildo to "Come Again" instead. But that's just me.
We ended our day in Paradise. Quite literally.
The town of Gambo under the protective gaze of former Premier Joey Smallwood, the "Father of Confederation"
Sneaky mooseses
Ooops.
The most popular post office in Canada
The vibrant village of Dildo
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