We had a very wet and wild adventure down in the Cape Race area of Newfoundland today. It was myself, Lorenzo, and Shannon on the run. We started at the community Portugal Cove South, and rode the trail across the top of the barrens toward Chance Cove Park. We were trying to see if a loop could be made right around the big point of land to the famous Cape Race lighthouse, and back to PCS. The trail across the barrens was a continuous collection of river and bog crossings, interspersed with very rocky sections of trail. We made it almost as far as Chance Cove Park, until we hit the bottom of a large wetlands valley, which was a maze of impassable bogs and rivers. So after 20 kms of technical trail-riding, we were forced to turn back and ride another 20 kms back out the same way we came. After the 40 km barrens ride workout, we headed out the 19 km dirt road from PCS toward the Cape Race lighthouse. And halfway down that road we took a detour down the trail to Mistaken Point. This took us through a really difficult river crossing with steep and slippery trails to climb and descend on either side of a deep river gorge, next to the beach. And then up some slippery and rocky trails which ran right along the edge of the cliffs. We met some campers from Nova Scotia in this area. They seemed surprised to see motorcycles climbing the goat trails along the cliff edges. But we Newfoundlanders do our best to entertain the tourists. After making it out to Mistaken Point, and returning to the dirt road, we headed down to the lighthouse and continued on past it toward Clam Cove, for about another 3 or 4 kms of boggy and rocky coastal trail. Shannon actually lost his GPS unit in this area, when it popped right out of it's bracket. It took awhile to find it, but we eventually did. We met another dualsporter at the lighthouse area. He was riding a heavily loaded KLR650, and had made the trip all the way up from 'Chicago', of all places. We were impressed, to say the least. When we arrived back at the truck and trailer, we had completed 93 kms of off-pavement riding on the day. Dry socks and hot turkey sandwiches were high on the list, at that point. We had a few spills and a few close calls during our adventure, but in the end nothing more than our pride was damaged.