Camping at the end of the world

have camped near the lighthouse at Cape Race.
This is a gorgeous mysterious road. Dirt roads
are. Just east of Mistaken Point. Overcast,
windy. Tent looks good with its full rain
fly. Bought peaches at Bidgoods. A half hour
of scouring the beach yields an armload
of driftwood. Caught two small
trout, they appear red.
A quad comes down, man with ten year old son.
Fierce blue eyes. A yellow lab in a box
on the back. Case of beer bungie corded to
the front. Going down to give the dog a swim.
Fetch a stick. Youre roughing it, he said.
As they motor on I think, good luck finding
a stick.
When I'm up past the bridge fishing, with a
bit of land as a buffer, the sea sounds like
someone is moving furniture.