My walking companions

These are my walking companions yesterday on a trail none of us had walked before.

The trail starts on this 1940s-era bridge, built for the highway that, in Newfoundland before it joined Canada, was the equivalent of the Trans-Canada Highway. And much of our path was along that old gravel highway, now mainly an ATV route.

We, like most walkers, ignored the injunction against crossing it. Without walking up on the modern highway a few hundred metres away, there was no other way to cross the river.