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while racing to see if paul was still there i noticed this abandoned skateboard in a culvert at the beginning of sullivan’s loopnow that things had calmed down i went back to document, as i am getting ready to do so ted comes out and says take a picture of me he should have known better from last year. even though he forgot his shirt i headed over.
he thanked me for the snap and said to pick up some lettuce from the garden there were at least two types will come back.

monica and glen came over to clean up after paul. i got out of their way but not after seeing the newfoundlands in the back of the honda suv. they breed them. couldn’t get a photograph of them as she was already cleaning and glen had disappeared.

newfoundland surrealism part three
back from the airport to have lunch before heading out to explore some of the roads around here, when i look out in the garden and there is elke with an asian friend who is here to see when martin and gabrielle will be here. the garden has to be tended to. she invites me up sometime but not to-morrow as she has a wedding party staying there.
-is the bride swiss?
-yes
-is she from basel?
-how do you know.
and i go into the whole story about the pub about ruth etc.
she then goes to pick some roses at the edge of the property overlooking the sea.
so dumbfounded at the coincidence that i almost forgot to photograph elke’s guest.

even though i make great strides in slowing down, there is still a long way to go. i plan on exploring the minor roads up here of routes 20 and 21. i know that there are ponds hidden at the end of them i just want to know what else.

it usually takes a couple of times before i become acclimatised. so to-day racing down route 20 stopped at a pond just before the rise at satellite road to photograph an andy goldsworthy type of structure.

am also struck by how everything is based on the sea. ponds here would be called lakes anyplace else. on the opposite shore there is nothing but pines pines to the horizon that raise and fall eventually to rise up a mountain. following the horizon the mountain raises and drops where it is low there is another mountain behind it. this also seems to go on forever. all i can think though is poor chap who lives here – no sea view.

mike and avril before their place in fermeuse were thinking pond fronted houses. as the woman said at the opening you can do much more on a pond.

turned down three island pond road as the name sounded promising. the road stopped 500 metres from route 20. not fair the paved part stopped 50 metres from the highway, the passable gravel section prolonged the road 450 metres. it then turned into something that one did need a hummer for there is on in the kenmount road but luckily so far no one is stupid enough to buy one although here it could be justified.

parked the car and started to walk to the lake. walking the road was treacherous – boulder strewn, and potholed it would have torn the bottom out of any car. one had to make sure that ankles weren’t twisted. it wound though low lands – so low that at time the road was more than ankle deep in water with peat on both sides. luckily atv’s use the road and thus had made makeshift bridges out of pallets when the going got really tough.

about two kilometres runs across two abandoned houses – one burnt one used for shelter for someone, think of scott walden’s book unsettled and his oh so romantic take on the abandoned houses from the smallwood resettlement programme. these wouldn’t past the test not as picturesque even though more tragic – the people resettled got some financial compensation wonder what the person with the burnt down house got the other still had someone using it sometime as the door was open and there was a chair outside as if expecting guests.

ran into a man with a kid on an atv complete with gunracks. asks him how far it was to the pond and if there was one – made a snap as he said that there were two routes about 10 minute walk. it was well worth it – even the flies that took turns buzzing around my head and landing on my bald spot. huge, abandoned an effort to get to – people obviously do though with all the coor’s light tins i passed – now i see why molson merged – there was just enough wind to bring up the white caps on the surface.

wanted to see more so i continued on until iran into an even worse road – this was all boulders in which i was afraid that i would break a leg trying to walk it. it was obviously there to repair the electric lines that ran beside it.

headed back to the other fork where there was supposedly another view of the lake.
turned around in time to see a fox dart up the road. again didn’t make the lake the path/road became overgrown and i didn’t bring anything to tie to trees to find my way back so i stopped in this dead forest, leafless trees with bleached white trunks – this was far enough from the road – the real road – that one could cut trees for firewood.
made a few snaps while slipping in drying moose shit.

as a reward p.c. mango sorbet courtesy of paul and an attempt to make some headway with ulysses.