Easterly Adventures
With one last look at the Battery through the rain-spotted lense of the camera, we headed off to North America's most easterly point, Cape Spear. I feel almost the same about Cape Spear as I do about Signal Hill. Anytime anyone wants to go, I'm up for the ride!
The stairs are my nemesis here. I was able to make the ascent to the lighthouses once this trip - it didn't look like I was going to be able to walk it today.  If I asked one of the rangers, I wondered if they'd be willing to take me up to the old lighthouse via the access road? Hmmmm. It was tempting to take it up, but it said Employee Access Only. Perhaps the next time I will ask. I thought about attempting the trip via the winding 'cow path'  up to the old lighthouse,  but then thought better of it. So I busied my self people-watching.
Many people took advantage of the sights and sounds here despite the threatening weather. A lady walked up from the point where the Cape is and I struck up a conversation with her. We were both waiting for someone to come down from the top. Her name was Lois and she was from Ontario. She said her husband had been stationed here during the War and it was her first trip to see it. She unfortunately had the all-too-frequent view of Newfoundlanders that many Ontarians do - that of the "goofy Newfie." I could not convince her otherwise and it was annoying me, so I politely ended the conversation and sat in the car for a bit, cooling off.

She could not understand why I've come back here so many times, but she hadn't bothered to explore anything but George Street - "I don't see why everyone says it's such a wonderful place!"

Newfoundland and Newfoundlanders are much more than what you find on George Street. It's a shame that George Street is what the town is famous for. There are just too many other things to do and see in St. John's than that. I wish they didn't play it up so much. I can't see why Newfoundland tourism should begin and end on George Street. But for many who come, that's all they know - drunk Newfoundlanders. No wonder the province's inhabitants get a bad rap! The province itself, however doesn't help by promoting George Street as much as they do. Sigh.
I parked the car and wished the two mountain goats well as they climbed the stairs to the lighthouses.
The mountain goats had made it to the middle level of the ridge and Renata was taking photos. It didn't look like they were coming down any time soon so I continued to people watch and weather watch.
Raindrops are falling on my head!
Here they are!