It has been quite a week, which included no internet or cell phone service (bad uncle Ted!). In our last installment, our intrepid adventurers were in Moncton resting up and getting ready to head even further east. After our first oil change, we headed off in the direction of Cape Breton and the highlands, where we decided to do our first overnight hike. It was a fairly short route (45 minutes in), but it was pretty steep (335m), and we had our hiking packs ready to go! We arrived at an isolated bay called Fisherman's Cove, seeing a moose munching on foliage along the way. After setting up camp in the open by the shore, eating dinner by the beach (stones) and watching the sun set, we went up to the forest to use "the facilities". My light flashed into the forest and reflected back at me. "Oh look. Reflective strips." I said, thinking there was a camping sign. But then I remembered there weren't any signs out here, and Rasheeda said, "Uh, those aren't reflective strips." One of the eyes closed and we decided prudently to walk back to our tent. We suspect it was a moose, since the eyes were about a foot apart, but I was worried enough because it was very close to where we had seen some bear scat earlier in the day, so....
After a restless night, we headed back up the mountain and took an hour and a half to get to the car. We continued along the Highlands, stopping for hikes of various lengths and taking in the sights before heading to North Sydney. This RV site, let me tell you, had amenities! Not only showers (which you had to pay for), but also jacuzzi tubs (which were free). Guess which one we used. :)
The next morning we ferried across to Newfoundland in the fog and headed up to Gros Morne National Park. Along the way about a half hour outside of Corner Brook, we went through this torrential downpour that was beyond belief. I had to slow down and put on my hazards - and this lasted for a good twenty minutes. Not only that, but there are ruts in the highway from the weight of the transports that drive the route, and these were full of water. I hydroplaned a couple of times even at my slow speeds. And of course, there were plenty of folks who really didn't care and kept up at 110km/h.
We spent two days in Gros Morne, again hiking and taking in the sights. It is a beautiful park, but it was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the second day we sat through a thunderstorm at the visitor centre and then a thunderstorm just missed us to the west that night. The landscape along the coast is quite a bit different than what we are used to, with few trees, and a lot of bogs and flat areas making things look a little barren (sorry, no photos this time - this is a Mac and I don't really have the leisure to figure things out - I'll post next time). We saw another moose chewing leaves at the side of the road too.
From Gros Morne, we drove in the drizzle to Terra Nova National Park where we stayed the night and planned to do some more outdoors stuff, but the rain kind of put a damper on that so we headed to St. John's instead. We wandered around downtown for a while, which was busy and fascinating, and (un)fortunately for us, it was the weekend of the George Street Festival, a time of music and merriment. Unfortunately because every hotel and campground was booked for about 50km from St. John's. Luckily, we found this nice Bed and Breakfast in Paradise that we stayed at, and thus I was able to blog (the public library had banned the site - go figure). We are off around St. John's and Avalon for the next couple days before heading back to Nova Scotia on Tuesday.
More later - including photos!