The sled is used to haul wood that was cut and stacked along the roadways.

And then re-stacked in the yard, waiting for the colder months of the year.

Well we're back on the road again, and retracing our path south along Route 430. Our destination today is Deer Lake, on the junction of Route 430 and the TransCanada Hwy., 30 kilometres south-east of the Gros Morne National Park south gate.

Many of the Newfoundland roadways were laid over a flat and barren landscape populated with short trees, bog, and bedrock.

Just short of two hours after leaving Gunners Cove, we pull into Flowers Cove, on Route 430, and at the entrance of Strait of Belle Isle.
We are here because of another one of Sharon's wonderful discoveries relating to our holiday extravaganza. Thrombolites, some of the earth's most primitive life forms reside here.

It's time to get back onto the road again.

Along this stretch of the highway, the waters of the Gulf of St. Lawrence had all kinds interesting colours and designs, but out of nearly a dozen photographs, this was my favourite.
The speed of the car while taking the pictures created the blurry effect.

Inspecting His Lobster Traps

The last time we visited Arches Provincial Park you may remember it was not a very pleasant day. What a difference a couple of days can make.

This bird may be beaking off because we're taking up his parking spot--or he's saying feed me!

After having something to nibble on, we have a bit of time to just wander around.

It was not a very dry experience getting to this location for a photograph. The runoff from further up the slope created large areas of bog making it impossible to move about without receiving damp socks in the process.

Before we move along, there is some business to take care of.

Norris Point

Norris Point is the last town we visited before arriving at our sleep-over in Deer Lake.

We climbed up onto this grassy knoll to have a better understanding of where we are.

And of course with all that climbing and looking around, there was good cause to quench our thirst.

We are not too long settled into our next sleepover, this time in Deer Lake, and it is time for a glass of wine before dinner.
But ahead of that; I see there is some available space on the line out there for a few pieces of my freshly washed out and colourful underclothes...hmm, I'm thinkin', maybe over the shower curtain may be a tad more appropriate.

No Howling Please.

I'm hopin' it will be a fairly quiet night tonight.


THE END

Coming Soon:

Saturday, Day 18, our travels take us cross-country to Twillingate, on the northern shores of Newfoundland, and the iceberg capital of the world.
This first evening in Twillingate, we take in a local lobster feast--our first while on the island--and be entertained by a musical group with an "ugly stick?".
Sunday, while Keith and Donna join a whale watching tour, Sharon and I go on a tour of our own and explore what make this community so unique.

See you next time, in Twillingate.

randy