I’m not sure how many places named “Freshwater” there are in Newfoundland. John and I have a running joke, whenever we encounter one, in which we start reeling off the Freshwaters and associating them with events or features that make them unique. For instance, there’s Freshwater-where-we-camped-near Motion-Head, Freshwater-with-the-big-beach-on-the-way-to-Cape-Spear, Freshwater-down-Placentia-way-with-the-trail-that-we-haven’t-done-yet, Freshwater-near-Carbonear-with-the-marvelous-old-houses-and-root-cellars and so forth. In fact,…