• Gros Morne, Newfoundland, Canada •
Lush green peaks, mysterious waters, the feeling of being so close to the sky… Not to mention the colourful row houses, boreal forests, local vegetation and produce, and a different dialect.
Newfoundland felt like I was in an entirely different country. Undergone the rain and enjoyed the sun, as we neared the end of our trip and having written Away from the Mainland and Coastal Views and Good Food, I realized there is so much from the island to be taken in.
Waking up late (well, my companions) proved to be quite a task as we hurried to the Western Brook Pond boat cruise. During the months of June and September, the boat cruise is only offered at 12:30 PM daily. So just in the nick of time, we got the last few spaces on the front of the boat.
I was actually proud to have walked the 2.7 km to the boat launch site in half an hour. Yes to speed walking! Half an hour was all we could afford anyways.
Being at the front of the boat meant cutting through the frigid air. And enough water to splash in your face that we had to protect our cameras often.
The abyssal fresh waters of the fjord made me wonder what lay below. The mountains looming over you, each one with its history. Too much to remember and process, and that’s why the fun hosts/announcers of the boat gave us a brief overview during the cruise.
Everyone on the boat bid farewell to those hiking the Long Range Traverse. It’s one of the only ways to get that iconic fjord photo “from the top”. That, or you pay $200+ to take the boat and do a guided day hike (but mind you this means two different boat shuttle times to and from). Which was tempting but… it is definitely for another time.
After the boat cruise we took a more appreciative pace of the 2.7 km trail. Bog and lots of bog.
We then enjoyed a small snack/late lunch at the Treasure Box in Rocky Harbour. It’s a cute, colourful joint cafe-gift shop. Where we tried the moose meat burger, toutons (Newfie pancake made by frying bread dough on a pan with butter or pork fat), and seafood chowder.
I guess we spent a little too much time at the cafe, making the best with our last chance to get souvenirs. So after driving back to Trout River, we walked at least 1/4 of the Green Gardens trail.
What worried us were bears and wolves though. Not like we’ve seen any, but if moose came out during the evening then what’s stopping other animals? And we were the only ones on the trail, once again, late in the afternoon. Which meant not finishing the trail… for animal purposes.
That night we decided on one last meal out at the only seafood and family-owned restaurant in Trout River, Seaside. I had grown so fond of scallops that I chose it from their menu; my companions themselves chose battered cod and a seafood platter.
We walked out into the cool night, trying to stare beyond the darkness of the waters just outside the restaurant. And as best I could without a remote shutter I did star photography for the first time.