Day 7: Goose Bay to Blanc-Sablon, 380 miles. I was up early today. I was worried about having enough fuel for the 251 mile leg between gas stations and I couldn’t sleep so I got up at 5:45. It was foggy and cool outside, which is fine by me. I’d rather have that than hot weather any day. I decided to supplement my extra fuel with extra fuel, because I was worried the gravel would bite into my mileage. I went to the convenience store across the street and bought a half-gallon of milk. Then I poured out the milk and rinsed the jug multiple times and finally stuffed it with paper towels to dry it. I filled it with gas and put it in the beaver tail of my Mosko 35 Panniers, securing it in with a bungee net and a carabiner. I would put it in the tank after the first hour so I didn’t have to keep carrying it in a non-approved container. I headed out of Goose and turned left on Highway 510 towards Port Hope Simpson. I kept off the throttle and accelerated very slowly. No hot-rodding or detours today. Fuel economy was the name of the game. As I climbed higher into the hills the fog got thicker and thicker until it was down to about 50 yards visibility. Then, like a jet breaking into the clout tops, the fog parted and the sun started shining. The temperature climbed rapidly from 60 to around 75. I soon stopped and opened jacket vents and switched to my summer gloves. The first 50 miles were all pavement. I kept my speed right at the speed limit and watched the average mpg and the fuel range in the trip computer climb. Before long I was seeing 54 mpg, a record for me! I stopped after 40 miles and emptied the milk container of fuel into the tank, filtering it with a rag over the funnel in case there was still some water in the jug. Glad I did that as there was about a half teaspoon of water in the rag when I was done. Soon the road turned to gravel/dirt and continued that way for the next 160 miles. I found the road to be pretty easy riding and I barked between 44 & 55 mph and watched my average mpg climb even more. I got a high of 57.4. With that economy I wouldn’t have to use any of my 1-liter fuel bottles. There was quite a bit of construction around the middle of the dirt section as they prepared the road for eventual paving. I asked one of the workers to take my pic while I was waiting on a loader to clear the road. They often just let me go since I was on a bike and could go around the work in progress. A few Tractor-trailers passed me going the opposite way. The blew up so much dust that I couldn’t see, so I would just stop on the side and let them pass before continuing on. I only saw one other motorcycle the whole day. It was a GS Adventure, 2-up, that passed me going the same direction. He must not have had to keep the speed down for economy with that big tank. The temp climbed to 84 in the hills. I stopped and took and few pics, still hoping to see a critter. I saw none. The only part that was even a little tricky was right were they were prepping the road just before the paved. The dirt and gravel mixture was very soft for about a mile and it was like riding in sand as I followed the track of the lead truck. I sat back and let the front wheel wander within the track and concentrated on not getting too close to the drop off on the right. After that, the road became fresh pavement and then back to regular highway. If you want to ride the TLH before it is all paved you should do it soon, as they are making steady progress paving it. Not long after my low fuel light came on, I could see Port Hope Simpson in the distance. The bike had made it with only a half gallon extra. I had originally thought I would stop for the night there, but it was still relatively early and only 130 more miles to Blanc-Sablon and the ferry to Newfoundland, so I decided to press on. The topography along the coast was incredible. It reminded me of the Scottish Highlands. The road wound up and over the coastal mountains, and the terrain was tundra, rocks, and lakes. The wind was blowing hard and several times it moved me sideways on the road as I fought for control. The temperature rose and fell as I got close to the coast then further away. I stopped in at the coastal villages of Mary’s Harbour, Red Bay, L’Anse Amour, and Pinware along the way. Red Bay is an old whaling village and a UNESCO world heritage site. L’Anse Amour is the site of the oldest native burial mound in North America, as well as a Canadian historical lighthouse. I cruised by the ferry terminal on the way in and discovered that the last ferry had been cancelled today due to high winds and waves. That means tomorrow’s ferries are all overbooked. I have a reservation for the day after tomorrow but had hoped to get on a day early to start exploring Newfoundland. I’ll show up tomorrow and hope they can fit a motorcycle in.