move day

Over night, my propane detector went off twice - grrr. Found a lovely RV repair guy near St. John's, who confirmed my suspicion that the detector was faulty, so he disconnected it & is ordering in a replacement. He's travelled to many parts of the US, & obviously enjoyed talking about Newfoundland - could have talked to him all day.

I moved about 50 miles to the other side of of the bay. Will stay a week in Butter Pot Provincial Park, southwest of St. John's. 

After setting up camp, I visited this old train depot museum. 

Back at Butter Pot, I found the swimming beach, & a handsome rabbit in my campsite. 

           

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The folks here are almost universally warm & friendly...so much so that they will often finish a sentence addressing someone with one of these: my love, my darling, my dear. Any waiter or waitress who's addressing a customer in a restaurant will finish a question with one of these, but it's quite often used elsewhere as well. The first person to address me this way was a 30ish young man in line at the ferry; we talked for quite a while (not much else to do waiting in the ferry line), & the first time he finished a sentence with "my love", I thought he might be mocking me somehow, but he finished every 3rd or 4th sentence that way. Even though it took me some time to get used to this, I'll miss it back in the real world.