All too soon, we're near Bonne Bay and back on the pavement at the border of Gros Morne Park. It's a lovely area, but it's a long slog on pavement. The middle of the day is eaten up winding north along the coast through so much scenery that it's often difficult to take in. I give up on photography, as my little point-and-shoot doesn't do the subject justice.
Just after entering the park, we stop at an overlook and pull out stoves to cook lunch. We draw quite a crowd. A family from Ontario stops to chat and take pictures of the four funny guys on little bikes. A little later, a group of cruisers pulls in with Nova Scotia plates. South of the border, this may have occasioned a little posturing and scraping, as the dual-sport crowd sometimes doesn't see eye-to-eye with V-twin riders. There's no such friction here. The Bluenosers are genuinely interested in our trip, and we have a good conversation and shake hands all around.
This is when Rich once again demonstrates his Swedish charisma. A very pretty young girl engages him in lengthy conversation, leaving the rest of us feeling smelly and unattractive.