• Gros Morne National Park, Newfoundland, Canada •
Almost every trip I have been on with friends has been “blessed” with some level of rain. This does not exclude my adventure in Newfoundland (not Labrador), a part of Canada’s most easterly province, and as I’ve recently learned is a translation of Terra Nova in Portuguese.
The experience has taught me a few things: (1) ye shall not brave the winds and water if both conjure a Mordor-like environment, (2) never trust the skies, and (3) if you want to travel during rain, prepare yourself robustly for Newfie rain. Just as day one was doused with rain, so were we.
Crazy is what you’d call the three of us, staying in the airport from 0100 to 0700hr so we could avoid that extra day of car rental and hotel fee. Never again. If you had a sleeping bag and a long, flat something to sleep on, then maybe, but I would clearly advise not to do this.
Our first day felt longer than usual. We grabbed every opportunity we could to take some pictures, because none of our cameras were weather-sealed. Darn my Fuji X-T10, why is that the only flaw!
Plenty of lookouts lie on the only main road in Gros Morne, with plenty of names, all with fantastic views. Heading towards Norris Point you can stopover at the lookout above, which is more of a boat launching area. I don’t remember the name though…
In Norris Point we visited the Old Store Cafe. Cafes were respite points during our trip. I’m not a coffee person, but I got a vanilla-flavoured latte anyways – just something simple to keep me going for a couple more hours. I was hoping they would have matcha but nope. Too complex I guess.
Despite intermittent rain, we were able to enjoy the Norris Point lookout at Jenniex House. The top floor is a mini “early 20th century living” museum where you can find a few creepy dolls, while the bottom floor is a gift and goods shop. While there we bought some bakeapple jam, which is native to Newfoundland, and partridgeberry jam. Shame they don’t sell container sizes permitted on carry-on luggage. We experimented and found that bakeapple worked well with spicy salami (we needed something to moisturize our dry sandwiches).
As we took respite at the discovery centre in Bonne Bay, we eyed the Tablelands. And the weather. From afar we could see the downpour, casting a sheet of grey and malice. It reminded us of Mordor. We huddled together at the discovery centre, trying to obtain energy from what little snacks we packed to get us through the day, and hoped we would be blessed with a sliver of good weather.
Which we did not. We thought we would be clear from rain in the Tablelands. But in what felt like a fraction of a second, it was drizzling, and just before we reached the boardwalk arrived the heavy precipitation. Our clothes were soaked (but thankfully not our backpack items) because we thought we could get to the end through the torrential rain.
Nope, nope, and nope. Admitting defeat, we headed to our airbnb in Trout River.
Drenched, hungry, and tired. But thankfully we were consoled by our hospitable airbnb owner, a good shower, a bed, and a whole lot of towels – for ourselves and our wet clothing.