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The Labrador Highway is a living organism. Breathing, changing shape, conquering, evolving. Her skin is gravel, it moves, forms holes, washes out, needs to be continuously kept in line by graters and gravel trucks, or else, she would mutate certainly into the form she wants to be, The Labrador Wilderness. Lining the highway for over 1000 kilometers unbroken, the wild shrinks you, daunts you, manipulates you, does what it will with you. Gone are the comforts of medians, streetlights, painted lines and gravel. Nothing goes by this highway uneffected by it. We spent 2 solid days travelling from Baie-Commeau to Goose Bay; negotiating the massive potholes, loose turns, and sketchy logging truck near-misses. On our second day, an hour and a half and 120km in to our travel, the Hwy decided to kick us in the.. ... read more

This post has photos, but unfortunately they dont bring you up to date. So much bizzle has happened, with no posts.. so, it would take a wee while to write it all down. I made it to Victoria. Last day was 130+ kms from Hope through Langley to Tawassen. I received my first official puncture in 7000 km on this particular kind of tire, Schwalbe Marathon Plus's, right smack in the middle of Langley, during the hottest part of the day. It was tough. Since arriving to the open arms of my mom and eating her copious amounts of baked goods, I spent time with my brother Harrison, my Dad, my youngest brothers Steward, Andy, and Darien, my step-Mom Sue, my sisters Natalie and Angelena. After 3 sweet weeks on the coast, I've finally left, likely ... read more