It poured heavily throughout the night. When I awoke there were massive puddles everywhere, luckily the water pooled a few feet from my tent and not under it. As I packed my things up I spent a little time playing catch with Winnie and then it was off to the long stretch of highway that lay before me.
I made a quick detour at Churchill Falls where I caught a glimpse of the famous water tumbling over a rocky cliff. Satisfied with the incredible sight and eager to cover as much ground as possible I hopped back in my vehicle, returning to the road.
The land was full of beauty, with rivers and lakes finding themselves in abundance among the countless trees and plants. It rained on and off throughout the day, due to this I found myself stopping less which allowed me to cover more ground.
The last light of day was quickly disappearing over the treeline. I didn’t feel like stopping so I drove several hours into the night. The roads were terrible, the worst I’d encountered thus far. With potholes appearing everywhere, I found myself weaving back and forth trying my best to avoid disaster, remaining aggressively focused on the dirt and gravel highway. Well into the night I found a turn off and decided I’d finally rest up, opting to just sleep in my car and return to the treacherous route in the morning.
