The best back east

Today we visited Cape spear after spending the night hunkered down in an alley avoiding the wrath of my mother. She was none too impressed. but a four o'clock last night we got a call from mom saying that as long as we didn't get our selves killed she would see us when we got home. Cape Spear was an amazing place to be for break fast. At 52°37'W it is the place the furthest east in all of North America. From there, Steven's dangerous driving skills got us up the coast in three and a quarter hours but got us lost in some place called Musgravetown.

                                     Everyone in Musgravetown lives on Main st.
                                     unless they live on post office lane.


Leaving just as promptly as we had come, we decided to spend another night in St. John's to avoid spending the night in a horror-movie-esque quiet little town.