But they don't lead down to the sea;
And they take me not to my island home,
So they're not the roads for me.
I came across this poem snipette yesterday, written by Alasdair MacGregor in 1925, and it made me think about the drive down to the sea at Burgeo, Newfoundland. These are the highlands of Newfoundland in a way, clear, rolling vistas, nearly devoid of trees with an arctic tundra feel to them. A road that doesn't lead to Rome, but definitely to the sea. My kind of road!
Day 4, I've got some paddling to do! ;-)