A while ago, Kitsch and I went east. All praise to Kitsch for these pics btw. Click on the pics to make 'em bigger.
We were there for a few days, and decided to take a trip down the east coast.
Pretty spectacular views around here.
You can tell which way the prevailing winds blow by looking at the vaguely creepy trees.
Oh, what's this? An island you say?
To be precise...The Island Of The Damned!
Click on the pic for a closer look. Note that all the trees are dead, and there are lots of large black birds nesting in the withered stumps. This would be a perfect location for some romancing. Perhaps some local high-school kids could get drunk, climb up to the top and spend the night there having premarital sex and consuming drugs. I'm sure nothing terrible and horrifying would happen to them.
Another place that the Island Monster could store the bodies...
I briefly overcame my fear to pose for a quick shot.
I am pretty sure I shouldn't have taken that last gulp of water from the pump. My face has been numb ever since, and the walls of my apartment keep bleeding.
After escaping The Island Of The Damned, we headed back, loaded the plane with 25 lobsters, and waited for our passengers. This job is a great job, and I am a lucky guy. Except for the whole numb-faced, bleeding-wall thing :)
*Pictures taken between Bathurst and Caraquet, NB*