A mere 270 km into the Labrador Highway and I crest a hill to see the 800GS on its side, two of the bags and some small shattered bits scattered across the road and Jim hobbling about like someone just hit him a few times with the get-off stick.
He’s in shock and he can’t move his left arm.
Although the GS appears to be still very rideable, its pilot now has a left shoulder that is distinctly lower than the right. I flag down the next pick-up to ship him the 80 km to the last point of civilization and a rumoured medical centre.
An hour and a half later and I’m loading the battered GS into the back of a Forestry Dep. truck and follow its dust cloud to the same town only to hear that Jim’s been airlifted out to Saint Anthony, Newfoundland – a day and a ferry ride back to where we’d just come from.
He’s fine — save for a dislocated shoulder — but the adventure’s well and truly over and the pick-up-the-pieces-and-get-back-home process has only just begun.
Trans Labrador 1, Team Jim-GS, zero.