| Bound Down for Newfoundland |
| Thursday, July 31st WE ARE IN NEWFOUNDLAND! I woke as we passed some islands off the Burin Peninsula and tried to get Vic up. He was not budging so I went topside and drank in the foggy day and tried to quell the excitement building up inside. You’d think it was my first trip to Newfoundland, the way I was acting. But maybe it was just remembering the wonderful times and anticipating more that made me feel like a kid on the first day of school. God, I love this place! I took a really cool photo of an island in an enclosed harbour that was halfway surrounded by fog. It reminded me of a tropical island scene – LOL! The Tropical Island of Newfoundland!The foggy start to the day did not stop the fishermen from working. They were out as the fog was just lifting as seen below. |
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| I spied a red buoy and recalled from my sailing days about the red buoy being on your right when you were returning home. “Red-Right-Returning” is how I remembered where to be when I was navigating the sailboat up the Chesapeake Bay. We arrived about 8 AM – the ride took about 16 hours over but I didn’t care. I was just happy to be in Newfoundland. All those late nights, working after school and on Saturdays had paid off. I get to spend time in a magical place of my choice. Breakfast really didn’t look very appetizing so we figured we’d eat in St. John’s when we got there. Getting back in the car was a pleasure on THIS ferry. No climbing in thru the window for Vic this time. We were able to open the car door and get in like normal people. Breakfast was going to be elusive this day. We passed up several Tim’s to hoof it to St. John’s to eat at the Heritage Restaurant. When we got there, we found an empty building. * sniff * I was really looking forward to their toutons. Oh well, we ended up at the Classic for brunch which wasn’t quite the same. |
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| For the first time, the isthmus connecting the Avalon to the rest of Newfoundland was NOT shrouded in fog as we passed through! I really could relate to the description in Baltimore's Mansion about that isthmus as I read that book. Fog, fog, fog was the usual condition when ever I had been their before. |
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