All the way to the most eastern part of the American Continent 4726 mi

"The End"

The last week at least the weather stabilized a little which was precipitation (drizzle, heavy rain, snow flurries, hail) everyday and one day we had -5° C in the morning and only five hours later it was up to +16° C with doomsday like rain. That meant “head ace day” for me, as it was already snowing a bit up north in Labrador, no mercy for me. So I kept on walking. The forecast is like: tomorrow cloudy with rain, the day after tomorrow showers followed by a day with only of few showers but obscured by clouds with hefty wind gusts and a few flurries etc. than more showers and dense fog with drizzle. The forests continued and the yellow and red of the Indian summer turned grayish like everything up here I had hardly enough light for photos… and the unbelievable friendly Nuffis told us, that’s great summer weather. “…
” Anyway the last miles were just a pain and the suicidal and depressing weather didn’t make it better.

But than the last day – the forecast was “showers 60%” – we woke and no clouds at all. “Reward day” – my estimated 16 mi that day turned out to be 24 mi because of the bad maps and so I had 2 ½ hours more walking but hej, why should the last day be better. Too tired to be really happy I dragged myself up the last two grades before I saw Cape Speer, a Canadian couple from B.C. and one from New Zealand charged me for a talk. Katrin was filming for one hour in that terrific weather and I just stripped off my boots and said: “No more walking, and never again along roads!” … but I said that before in Japan two years ago…It was an odd feeling to be finished some kind of empty.

As there was a storm coming in we decided to leave early next morning. 905 km to the ferry but even though the weather was great we didn’t make it and slept at a place 165 km off Port aux Basque we new from three weeks ago. At night the storm hit the place and again “lets shake it” no sleep. At the ferry in the morning we learnt that the boat couldn’t enter the harbor because of high surf and we had to wait six hours. Arriving in Nova Scotia in the middle of the night we found a place in the woods and returned the next day to the US of A after 16 hours of driving. Frost and ice on Nuffiland and Nova Scotia and knew we were happy that we made it out before that.

Next Monday we fly out to our “training camp” and will rest for two weeks until the training for the next project will start as well as the writing and film cutting and picture sorting. After losing so much weight my skin looks like my cloths - -too big- so we both have to get in shape again…

Written: Tuesday, Bangor, US of A. Can’t believe it myself…third day no walking. Wow!

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