We spent the evening gazing out our window, and keeping an eye on 8 little fishing boats busy off the headland between Meat Cove and Bay St. Lawrence. We took this photo from inside Clemmie.

We slept fitfully, rocking and reeling in some huge gusts of wind. We were glad we weren't tenting--we were the only RV among among the dozen campers there that night.

We left the next morning because heavy rain was expected and we didn't want to be caught behind a washout on the dirt road back to Capstick.