Cabot Trail. The sky was still strongly overcast, but the scenery was as impressive as we'd hoped. I blasted through three roles of film.
After nightfall - witnessed in the Acadian town of Cheticamp, where at 4:30 we finally found lunch (most of the trail's towns being in 'off season' mode already) - I drove the remainder of the distance back to Halifax. In addition to the dark and the rain, there were moose and deer to contend with (well, the signs said so, anyway; we didn't see any of the animals). It was a bit nerve-wracking, and I was exhausted by the time we got in at around 10:30. We'd pushed on because we had to get Chako out to the airport the next day.
The end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end.