We got up at the ridiculous hour of 6 am to see our friend off, but secretly all knew riding was out of the question. We did actually start riding shortly thereafter, but only because we were totally out of water. We rode 7 km, and just when we caught sight of Aaron, a stream stopped us in our tracks. It quenched our palates, provided liquid for breakfast (oatmeal and hot chocolate), and provided an excuse for Dominic to try and slip in a nap. Not the most comfortable of settings...
A nap at 7am was absurd to Gretta's way of thinking, so she took it upon herself to foil Dominic's plan. This would require some energy, however, which, we have learned, is mostly quickly derived by taking a hit off the old maple syrup bottle.
Dominic, in a more comfortable spot back up the by the highway, was determined. Who would win this battle of wills?
Looks like Dominic. Corner Brook was 60 km away...would we make it?
Dominic, in a more comfortable spot back up the by the highway, was determined. Who would win this battle of wills?
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