New Found Land - Day 5

Impressions

1. Railway museums should have trains.
2. The North East Harbour Walk is a long freaking way to the top of Signal Hill.
3. I'm in great shape for an 85 year old Swede.
4. Seven degrees in a blowing wind tends to be a might cold, except when you've hauled your 85 year old carcass to the top of the world again.
5. There's not a single pub between the top of Signal Hill and my B&B (without going massively up hill again). Life is so cruel to me.

Picts

This was taken from the boat the other day. If you look closely (click to embiggen) you can see the trail and stairways along the the edge of the precipice of death.

Looking back to where I entered the trail.

Back along the trail into the harbour.

No fucking kidding.

A long liner.

When I crested a brow and saw this, I said, out loud: Fuck me!

Approaching doom. It reminds me of the staircase leading to Dr. Witty's mansion.

You're killing Chris. You bastard!

Ha ha ha ha! Beat you!