2008-08-29 / Columnists

On The Road Again With Ed 'Shevy' Shevlin

"Shevy" somewhere along his journey to Newfoundland. "Shevy" somewhere along his journey to Newfoundland. Rockaway's favorite biker, Ed "Shevy" Shevlin, is riding to Newfoundland, Canada to once again raise money for the research and fight against cystic fibrosis.

Last year Shevlin rode his Harley cross-country from Rockaway Beach, New York to Rockaway Beach, Oregon. He kept his own personal travel diary documenting his adventure and planned to do the same this year.

This year's journey, to Newfoundland by bike and ferry, began on July 23. Below is Shevlin's second week of entries from the road.

August 2, 2008

I am writing this final entry on my home computer here in Rockaway. As my journey continued through Newfoundland and the Canadian Maritimes it became increasingly difficult to gain connectivity for my laptop in some of the more remote areas. I therefore elected to take handwritten notes (which are before me now) and use them to compose my travel logs at a later date.

I came to Newfoundland to explore, to ride and to learn about this ancient place, so I spent this day in the saddle. I set out from my hotel in the town of Paradise and rode east towards Cape Spear and the fabled "Irish Loop Drive." I need not tell you that it was raining because of course you know that it always rains on me. I am like the cartoon character that goes around with his own personal rain cloud overhead. Turning south onto route 10 I began my ride on this most scenic of roads. The Irish Loop Drive heads south down the Avalon Peninsula turning west at Cappahayden. The road cuts across the bottom of the peninsula eventually turning north and proceeding up the coast through the town of St. Mary's. The drive is about 225 miles long and takes you through some of the most beautiful country on the planet. The coastline is very irregular with inlets and hillsides dictating the road's path. As I bend my Harley around curves and "S" turns I am aware of the uniqueness of this place. Glancing to the right I spot a bull moose moseying across a field and a little way down the road near the town of Ferryland I see humpback whales swimming in the ocean off to my left. It is cold and damp here but the excitement of seeing all of this wildlife overwhelms any self pity connected to the weather. Continuing south on the loop I pass through the old town of "Renews". This town is so old that the Mayflower stopped here for fresh water on her voyage to the New World. As I continue riding the rain continues falling and the sky begins to darken. There is nothing to do but persevere. When I left Renews behind I left civilization behind for awhile. The next town on the Irish Loop is Treppasey and that is about 50 miles distant. I was not worried but aware that there would likely be no signs of life on this lonely, barren landscape. I was wrong. Passing through Treppasey I soon began the northerly leg of my day's journey. The road is remote, the scenery barren and

bleak, this is the tundra. The reality elevated me. This is National Geographic, Harley style! Something is moving in the tree line, ahead and to my right. Is it a moose? Maybe it is a deer. What is it? As I draw closer the movement expands to a larger section of the trees, there are many of them. I cut my speed, I must be cautious; I can't hit one of them all the way out here in the middle of nowhere. I get within 15 feet of them when I realize that they are caribou! Ten of them, no 15, maybe 20 caribou begin to bolt back and forth, crossing each others paths. They are everywhere at once, and then they are nowhere, they are gone. What a thrill! These animals are the members of the southernmost herd of Artic caribou in the world and I have just been within a few feet of them! This is incredible. I never thought that I would see the caribou at this time of the year but every days has its surprises. My eyes have been getting quite a workout taking in all of this wildlife but now

they must do double duty. Back and forth, left to right, like twin metronomes they scan the road for hazards as I proceed north on my journey. I can't hit a critter now, I have to live to tell these stories.

Suffice to say, that I made it back to my hotel in Paradise safely. I and my experiences intact, I showered, ate dinner and went to sleep with a smile on my face. What a life! ZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Hi folks, This is the last installment of my travel log. I would like to thank you for all that you have done to help me raise funds for this worthy cause.

Best Wishes and Thanks, Shevy

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