We gave four adventurous people 20 bucks and a disposable camera and told them to go do something interesting. Here’s what happened.
Solo hike from Cape Spear to St. John’s
My ride just waved goodbye and left me at Cape Spear. I’ve never spent a whole day hiking alone. Left my sunglasses and MP3 player at home, along with anything that creates a veil between me and the surroundings. Well, other than my clothes.
Hey, there’s a robin!
I’m afraid to be alone in the bush. Where I grew up in BC was very wild. My mother ingrained this fear of bears into me. Not too many around here. All I see are people tracks. …And moose tracks.
Entering Blackhead now. What type of name is Blackhead? There’s a little store so might stop in and look for something worthy to spend my $20 on.
This crab claw necklace, I bought it at the store. I don’t know why. It must be my totem spirit protector animal for this hike! I will adopt some of the characteristics of the crab which are… I don’t know exactly. I can pinch things. And I taste good. And I’m probably getting kind of pink in the sun. I shall scuttle up this hill.
It’s 2:11 and I’m at Peggy’s Leg Lookout for lunch. Not even halfway there yet so I’m probably going to get in late. It’s nice out so I’m not worried. Peggy’s Leg looks like the Cape St Mary’s Performance Series poster I see aroud town every summer. The white birds on the yellow-greenish rocks, white waves crashing.
Wrong turn! It’s after 4pm, and I accidentally took the wrong trail out of Freshwater and am now on Blackhead Road. There’s a lot of weird garbage in the ditch: Bedsheets and a passport application.
Okay, I’m going to call my ride to come pick me up.