Terra Nova National Park

About 100 kilometres in an easterly direction from Clarenville, we enter Terra Nova Provincial Park where we spend an hour or so stretching our legs and exploring.

From the bridge we can see three people as they seemed to be looking for something under the water's surface.

And also along dock side there appears to be something of interest.

Well curiosity is getting the better of me and I'm headed out along the shoreline to get a closer look and feel. Once within hearing distance I hollered across the water, "what are you folks looking at?" The answer back was they are studying fish populations. Interesting.

I'm leaving the shoreline and am headed back into the woods. My three companions have wandered off and have disappeared somewhere within this garden path.

No matter. Back to the more scenic route I come.

This doll has a strong resemblance to the dolls back in Clarenville.

It's quite peaceful here now that I'm back from my rocky beach stroll. And so now, I lay me down, amongst these fragrant yellow flowers in a dozy state of mind, waiting for the others to return from their garden path stroll.

Whale Bones

Whale bones arranged on the porch of the visitor's centre in Terra Nova.

Joey's Lookout Gambo, NL

Sharon and I have moved along from Terra Nova, leaving Donna and Keith to do their own thing. Later on today we will meet up again in Deer Lake.

Some 50 kilometres further north we have pulled off the TransCanada highway at Joey's Lookout, a couple of minutes outside of Gambo.


http://www.heritage.nf.ca/articles/politics/biography-joseph-smallwood.php

From Joey's Lookout

Looking out towards the community of Gambo, and the Newfoundland Railway bridge over the Gambo River.

Further Up the Road

As I have mentioned a few times during this Newfie trip, potholes on the highway are always a concern. And I'm thinkin' it is a lot cheaper to put up warning signs about potholes than it is to repair them. One sign will warn us of miles and miles of holes.

Flashing LIghts

We were fortunate enough to see a moose or three along the roads we travelled in Newfoundland. And we were also fortunate enough not to collide with any.

That is a lot of Encounters

We heard the story of three friends who came to the island to tour around on their motorcycles in 2013. Within a day or two of their travels one of the friends was killed when he hit a moose on the highway. The other two made arrangements to have their friend's body flown home. They also cut their trip short and followed their friend home as well.

It was probably a moose that whacked into this sign not a truck.

Seriously though? There were a countless number of road signs bent just like this one and I am not too sure why.

Next stop Deer Lake and Rose Blanche lIghthouse--in the fog.


See you there.

randy