One of the roads I took was a deadend...of course. I passed a guy standing in front of a house talking to another guy on my way in,who looked at me when I went by probably thiking to himself.." do she know the road ends up ahead'?...and I stopped for a chat on my return. Remember I said I had a struggle about which route to take up to Twillingate? Well, I had decided that I was going to ride down to Clarke's Head and over to New Wes-Valley and back. The rider, Vic, was quite eager to ride with me after our half hour chat at the side of the road and was lamenting that we hadn't met earlier, he said several times he would have loved showing me around. I would have loved that too! As I headed towards my destination, the sky got darker and darker and I decided to head back to camp. I got there just as the sky opened up. There was enough daylight left to mostly dry everythig out and I settled in for the rest of the time with a crackling fire,and my book. I decided the next day would be a rest day. I hung around the campground, went for a hike or two, a long shower, lesurely cuppa tea, read my book,had a nap, not to much of anything. There was another brief but heavy rain later in the afternoon. One of my walks to the bathroom, a couple was sitting outside thier camper and I said hello and stopped for a brief chat. They, being Newfoundlanders, invited me for dinner, having some steak,potato salad, lasagna, rolls and various tasty items,would I like to stay? Why yes i would!! We have a lovely time chatting and I enjoyed thier hospitality. There is a saying they repeated to me..." Theres always room for one more at the table". Tony and.....grrrr....I have forgotton her name which is terrible. I actually have it written down somewhere. Before I left, she presented me with a handknit beanie..taking me completley by suprise, I was so grateful for their generosity and unexpected gift. Thank you so much! The weather report was calling for rain later in the evening and overnight. The wind was picking up and it was time to re-hink my campsite. BTY, I forgot to mention the tent pegs were a bitch to secure, they were pratically horizontal in the ground and I still had to put rocks over top of my tarp pegs. The wind was coming straight off the water and I decided to move my tent and tarp as the tarp was really moving around and it was difficult to keep it tight. I needed to get the whole setup out of the wind and lower the tarp down and tie it off to at least a couple of trees. The ground behind the firepit was softer and easier to peg in. Everything was soaked in the am. Takes sooooo much longer to pack up. I kept wipeing and wringing out, wipeing and wringing. I HATE camping in the rain. I got a early start bidding a sad farewell to my campsite. Today was gong to be one ride to Port-Aux-Basque. Slowly the sun started to come out and the mist started to lift. At a Robins, I contacted my good friend Omar,who as some of you know, had a terrible collusion in NFLD that took the life of his wife and left him with permanent injuries, they had a friend with them who also was involved. I thought I might stop and pay my respects at the crash site. I left and heading out onto the t-can. I approched a intersection with turning traffic with a stop sign. I was going a indicated 120k. I see a car stop,then make the left, the car behind him, briefly stops, then goes...did he not see me,underestimate my speed, didn't care?.....I realize with shock that I am about to have a extremely serious incident at a pretty good speed. The best I can do is try to shed some speed,I go for the brakes, being mindful to not just wildly grab the levers but to try and control it. The tires were HOWLING, the bars shaking,the whole bike was protesting and squirming and we miraculously avoided each other. I have no idea how that happened. Inches. It was by inches. I keep on going but quckly realized that I had to pull over and collect myself. Once I got off the bike, I burst into tears,as I bent over with my head in my hands. It was an emotinal release, my cry lasted about 10 seconds. I don't have close calls. I don't ride with every corner or intersection becoming a will I or won't I survive this. I am even more conservative while touring snce I am alone and would have to depend on strangers to help me if things went sideways. I stayed pulled over for about 10 minutes,then finall felt ok enough to ride. Shortly after I resumed my ride I had a overwh elming need to pull over and have a nap. For the remainder of the trip and even now, at home, I find myself approching busy intersections and I have a tightening in my lower belly, a trepadation I never had before. Not a bad thing, extra awareness at any intersection just makes sense. Frankly, I take responsibility for that whole thing, I had become complacent,the droning of the bike, the coffe and donut sitting heavy in my stomach, I should have been more alert. The driver was also complicit but I take full responsibility. It's our job to take care of ourselves on the bike, no one else's. After that event, I wasn't comfortable visiting the site of my friends crash and kept going. I just wanted to get to my destination now. I finally arrived at J.T Cheeseman provincial park. Another nice site and the staff there were fantastc, as usual. I got there later in the day and spent the rest of my time setting up.