Saturday, September 17, 2005
Grand Falls-Windsor to Port aux Basques, NF
Drive Home Day 2
I had fresh trout for breakfast – caught by Jack the day before. I had to learn how to fillet it (after it was cooked), so now I’m a pro (Jack says “yeah, right”). Cam came over (he had stayed at a B&B right behind the Sweeney’s house) around 9:00 a.m. and we left shortly after that. There were lots of concerns about whether Hurricane/Tropical Storm Ophelia was going to affect our ferry plans, but we eventually decided to stick with our original plans, and go on Sunday at 11:30 a.m. We did book a motel near North Sydney for Sunday night, since we heard there was lots of wind and rain there, and we didn’t want to have to deal with the camper in that kind of weather. The scenery through Newfoundland was wonderful, very barren in places, lots of beautiful lakes and of course, always a big rock. The west end was mountainous, and always, there were strong winds. One section is called “train wreck” because the winds used to blow trains right off the track (that’s when there were still trains running). We had a little tour of Cornerbrook, but I must say I like St. John’s better – it’s much more colourful. However, seeing all the logs at the paper mill there was fascinating; I guess that’s where most of the logging trucks I had seen passing me in Nova Scotia must end up.
Signs in Newfoundland are somewhat different than in the rest of Canada; often the speed limit signs are more elongated. I must say, they are very noticeable. One sign particularly caught our attention; it said “Bump 1 km”. We figured it must be a very large bump indeed, especially when that sign was followed by a “speed limit 50” and then “bump 500 m”. At the bottom of the not very large hill, there was a bridge, and indeed it had a bump – a very small one. We laugh about it every time we hit a bump now – where were our warning signs? I personally think it was an example of the Newfoundlanders’ quirky sense of humour.
Cam has also decided that the stories of moose in Newfoundland are just myths. We’ve been on the lookout for 3 days, and this is his third time here, and he has never seen a moose. He almost had to change his mind when we saw a truck on the side of the road with a dead moose in it, but he thinks that was just staged to propagate the myth, and keep tourists and hunters coming. I guess all you hunters out there will have to come over during moose hunting season and see what you think.
Drive Home Day 2
I had fresh trout for breakfast – caught by Jack the day before. I had to learn how to fillet it (after it was cooked), so now I’m a pro (Jack says “yeah, right”). Cam came over (he had stayed at a B&B right behind the Sweeney’s house) around 9:00 a.m. and we left shortly after that. There were lots of concerns about whether Hurricane/Tropical Storm Ophelia was going to affect our ferry plans, but we eventually decided to stick with our original plans, and go on Sunday at 11:30 a.m. We did book a motel near North Sydney for Sunday night, since we heard there was lots of wind and rain there, and we didn’t want to have to deal with the camper in that kind of weather. The scenery through Newfoundland was wonderful, very barren in places, lots of beautiful lakes and of course, always a big rock. The west end was mountainous, and always, there were strong winds. One section is called “train wreck” because the winds used to blow trains right off the track (that’s when there were still trains running). We had a little tour of Cornerbrook, but I must say I like St. John’s better – it’s much more colourful. However, seeing all the logs at the paper mill there was fascinating; I guess that’s where most of the logging trucks I had seen passing me in Nova Scotia must end up.
Signs in Newfoundland are somewhat different than in the rest of Canada; often the speed limit signs are more elongated. I must say, they are very noticeable. One sign particularly caught our attention; it said “Bump 1 km”. We figured it must be a very large bump indeed, especially when that sign was followed by a “speed limit 50” and then “bump 500 m”. At the bottom of the not very large hill, there was a bridge, and indeed it had a bump – a very small one. We laugh about it every time we hit a bump now – where were our warning signs? I personally think it was an example of the Newfoundlanders’ quirky sense of humour.
Cam has also decided that the stories of moose in Newfoundland are just myths. We’ve been on the lookout for 3 days, and this is his third time here, and he has never seen a moose. He almost had to change his mind when we saw a truck on the side of the road with a dead moose in it, but he thinks that was just staged to propagate the myth, and keep tourists and hunters coming. I guess all you hunters out there will have to come over during moose hunting season and see what you think.
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