A few weekends ago I was dropping my fiancé off to a coworkers cabin for a retirement party with several of her colleagues. In doing so, I had to take an off-road which lead essentially to a crescent of cabins, a beautiful area just outside of the city of St. John’s but the road was a little worse for wear. Once we made it to the cabin I gave my fiancé a kiss goodbye and began my trek back home. Instead of backtracking, I decided to continue on around the crescent not truly knowing when I would meet the main road again, but I had lots of time. So, I was in no hurry.