July 23, 2015<br />
Randy, a die hard Newfoundlander and I, his wife, a mainlander, decided to buy a piece of the "rock," and drive there to enjoy the "laid back of the land" atmosphere. Among other things, Randy wanted to go see his favourite entertainment group, and such was his excitment when he found out they were performing an hour way, he decided we go see them.<br />
We're on our way up north whatever that means as I thought we were already north enough, living in the Lewisporte area. Heading to Newfoundaland's famous Twillingate, where the icebergs float like Disney castles shimmering in the shore and the Menkes and the Humpback frolic in the cold, frigid water was a run often taken by us, but this time, it was different, it was at night and the weather breathed of anger. Anyways we travel through crater filled roads, and rain covered highways with fog, leaving us with minimal visibility, and the nerve wracking fear of the seemingly impending massive moose hitting us, which for your imformation has killed hundreds of Newfoundlanders in the last year. One thought gives me some solace however, and that is that I've got nothing to worry about "cause I'm not a Newfoundlaner." Anyways, Randy is so excited because he's gonna see, "Buddy, what's his name and the odder feller"! Live! Show starts at 8 and as Josh, our youngest son can attest to this, leaving way too early is a big problem in our household. I've a hard time convincing him that 5 0'clock is a tad too early. Finally, on we trudge as Randy with either excitement or perhaps a sense of doom at not being there for five o'clock, zooms through partly paved roads where either side is the ocean spitting angry foam waves at us not more than a foot away. Watching Randy zipping, going around curves with only one thumb and forefingers holding on to the stearing wheels skidding on rain covered roads, the violent waves being thrown on our vehicle made me come up with a brilliant albeit desperate plan, one I woud not normallly have unless I was comatose with delirium..we would not, could not drive home tonight in these conditions. Plan B had to be inplemented, we would indeed not drive back tonight in these horrendous conditions, noway, no siree, not me. And to my relief, the moose a.k.a Randy agreed. Yes, we would stay over at one of his old girlfriend's house, a stone's throw away, or as they say here, as the crow flies, whatever that means. It must have been in a moment of insanity, for me to come up with that plan, but heck, desperate people do desperate things, such was my quandumdrom, not only that but I even managed to somewhat placate my anxiety with the thought of having a cup of tea there to calm me nerves.<br />
Anyways, as we enter the stadium to watch the show, I dont mind telling you my knees shake and my heart skips beats with the trepidation of the show...what's their name? or was it the fear of going back over those same roads? <br />
The show is over, the moose is overwhelmed with joy, and I prepare myself for the second leg of the journey. I know it's not going to be pretty, me with me nerves and the moose with his mind on the show instead of the driving.<br />
Although the dense, almost suffocating fog pervades the whole drive back, and the seemingly endless black road ahead triggers my already raw nerves to a height unknown before, we get there to our second choice destination in one piece. No time for tea though, the ex girlfriend looks too good, time to hit the hay.<br />
And this my friends was the first of our many adventures in the great Rock, which continues to beckon us to go back and taste of its many flavours.<br />
Lina<br />
Submitted By: lina gillingham