One wrong turn
My wife and I were going home to CBS from Gander Bay on Sunday, Aug. 13 when I decided to show her a friend’s cabin in Hatchet Cove.
One wrong turn ended up in a fun-filled Sunday evening that neither of us will soon forget. The folks we met in Southport reinforced our love of our province and the great folks who call it home.
Apparently I am directionally-challenged. I began to drive through unfamiliar communities like Queen’s Cove and Long Beach. Hatchett Cove was nowhere to be found.
The raw beauty of Route 204 kept us driving just a little more. We could not stop ourselves from driving to the end of a road that neither of us had ever explored. We thoroughly enjoyed the drive right to Southport.
We decided to stop on the government wharf in Southport so that I could have a smoke, but I did not have a lighter.
“No problem,” I thought. I’ll just ask someone for a light. Our adventure had just begun.
I spied a couple salty looking men just leaving the wharf in their boat.
“Got a light?” I shouted, thinking they would ignore the townie in Birkenstock sandals on the wharf and go on their way.
To my surprise, they turned the boat around and not only offered me a light but insisted I keep the lighter!