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Yesterday we had a good day of visiting the east coast. While many of the towns away from the coast aren’t as interesting as the west coast, as soon as we drove into the little bays we found the picture postcard images of Newfoundland. Colourful saltbox houses balanced on the sides of cliffs over churning bays or quiet harbours.
On the recommendation of a local Newfie, we went to see the town of Salvage which was very pretty, it’s one of the most photographed towns in Newfoundland. Even in the rain it was very picturesque.
From there we drove out around Bonavista Peninsula ending up at the end, Cape Bonavista which was the landing spot of John Cabot in 1497. Very rugged and sparse vegetation, it obviously endures strong winds and looks very much like the Oregon Coast with its rocky outcrops and sculptured shoreline. Somehow the Man found a flock of goats to interact with. They are quite nice creatures but obviously not quite as evolved as blessèd sheep. They tried to eat bits of carpet and traffic cones and the Man’s blue jeans. We also saw a puffin colony and a whale putting on an incredible show close to shore, breaching about eight or nine times. Naturally the Man got twenty nice photos of whale butts. I’ll bet you’re all looking forward to seeing his photos when he gets back.
That night we stayed in an ‘interesting’ hotel whose minus ratings declined by the hour. One of our worst sleeps yet. Apparently the manager had gone home to sleep, no one was manning the office. At 3 a.m. the Lady got up and saw a poufy haired woman walking down the hall with her white poodle!?
This morning the weather was a little brighter so the Man wanted to go back into Bonavista to take pictures that he’d missed in the drizzle of yesterday. We ended up going back to the Point and seeing more whales, horses and cows but to the Man’s disappointment the goats were still asleep. A beautiful place despite its austere ruggedness.
Then the Man went all crazy and decided to make a dash for Cape Spear, the most easterly point in North America. So we drove and drove and drove and at 4:30 p.m. we arrived at Cape Spear.
Another rugged stormy place but also beautiful. The waves were pounding on the shore below very steep and crumbly cliffs. There was a fence around the most easterly spot lookout but I was still very nervous. The Man kept saying, “Get a little closer, get a little closer” and wouldn’t you know it, I fell right over the fence and almost down the cliff. With a crowd of people watching, the Man had to crawl over the chain link fence to rescue me. I made a beeline for the car but managed to see another whale blowing and leaping.
We had to find somewhere to stay as it was getting late and the first thing the Man did was get lost again which made it even later. He said, “We’ll just drive out of town a little bit, I’m sure we’ll find something.” Two hundred kilometres later we finally did. At least it’s two hundred kilometres closer to home. I’m not sure how much more I can take! No moose today.
Newfoundland continues to be beautiful but the Man and Lady have found that this side of the province looks very much like parts of BC and doesn’t have the spectacular quality of the west coast of the province. We’re making a big push to get towards Port aux Basques tomorrow, still want to drive rather than take the long ferry from this end because it is so beautiful. We’re very glad that we decided to see Newfoundland.
So that’s it for tonight.