"You're not at the edge of the world, but you can see it from here."

Yesterday, after the day's one show was done, we drove to L'Anse Aux Meadows, the site where, in the Eleventh Century, some Vikings became the first Europeans to set foot in North America.

This place is cold, haunted, and beautiful.

We followed the paths along the flat land, roamed the rocky hills, and climbed to a high lookout point right on the land's edge. No-one was there but us, and a few moose.

I've started to realize that this job is largely just an excuse to see a lot of places that i might never otherwise have seen. Places i didn't even know were here.

We've started back southwards again. Tonight we sleep in Grand Falls. Only about five shows remain. A week from now, i'll be back in Saint John.

I feel so far away.