What have you done to restore your soul this summer? I hope you’ve carved out a bit of down-time. I was so fortunate to take a 2-week trip to Newfoundland with my husband, Doug. What an adventure! Here are some highlights and photos.
Day One — St. Johns — “Newfoundland Time”
When we flew from Washington, DC to St. John’s, Newfoundland we left behind a hot, humid day and emerged into a cool, drizzly evening. That wasn’t a surprise. What was a surprise was the time change — 1.5 hours. One point five. Apparently Newfoundland is the only place in the world that splits the time zone in half. Perhaps that says something about the independent spirit of the island.
Day Two — Bay Bulls & Witless Bay — Whales & Puffins
We woke to a sunny day and made last-minute reservations to go whale watching and puffin viewing. A 2-hour tour left Bay Bulls at 11:30. The large double-decker boat heads into Witless Bay, to an island that’s an ecological preserve for seabirds.
In the mouth of the harbor we saw a pod of three humpback whales. From the top deck, you could see their long white fins, which look like aqua patches in the water. Their dorsal fins and blows were clearly visible. We followed the whales and were treated to some tail displays as well.
Eventually we continued to the island to watch the puffins. The puffins hardly seemed real with their black and white bodies, bright orange beaks and bright orange feet. When they fly they look like footballs with fluttery wings. The puffins were spaced apart, each on a nest which they had dug into the dirt of the island.
There were also murres, which look a bit like penguins, standing upright and formally dressed, with a black coat over a white shirt. Each bird occupies four inches on the rock.
Riding back to the harbor we played tag team with another pair of humpbacks, a cow with a calf. Outstanding. As the boat hurried back to the dock, Doug’s hat blew off into the ocean. The hat said “Chesapeake Bay Foundation,” so I hope it appreciated its new home, the mighty Atlantic.
Day Three — St. John’s — Cape Spear & Signal Hill
Another sunny day that was breaking Newfoundland heat records. We drove to Cape Spear Lighthouse which reminded me of Point Reyes. It’s a picturesque lighthouse on a long spit of land, surrounded by ocean. We could see the blows of two whales in the distance. During WWII Cape Spear was used as defense— watching for U boats — and there were many remains to tour. We hiked around enjoying the views.
We had brought a picnic lunch and searched for a shady spot to eat it — so many conifers, so little shade! We ended up in a little hamlet called Blackhead, on the front porch of an abandoned house.
Then we drove to Johnson’s Geo Centre, which is a museum about geology. We were there almost 2 hours and learned about the history of the earth and human evolution. Newfoundland is called The Rock, partly because the rock which is exposed is some of the oldest known, formed half a billion years ago.
Drove a short way further up to Signal Hill, which is a Marconi site. We hiked a few miles on trails all around the high points. The wind was amazing. I have never experienced such strong gales — the stretchy band I wore to control my hair literally blew off my head. Just incredible.
Day Four — Cape St. Mary’s — Bird Rock
We cooked greens and eggs for breakfast, plus made toasted raisin tea cakes. The sunny weather had passed. On our way out of town we stopped at the Basilica of St. John the Baptist. A funeral was just ending and folks were scurrying about to set up a wedding — casket out and white bouquets in. Such is the rhythm of life. A fellow pointed me toward an artwork recently contributed by a local artist, which very much moved him. Good to talk with him, and to have a chance to appreciate the painting.
We drove about two hours southwest on TCH the TransCanadian Highway to a small town named Branch, then headed to the Bird Sanctuary at Cape St. Mary’s. Before I continue, let me say that I am not a birder. I am just someone who wants to appreciate what’s put in front of me.
It was very foggy, and as we got closer to the water, the fog thickened. We turned off onto the road to the sanctuary and for 14 km could see nothing but the white lines on either side of the pavement. The fog was so thick we almost missed the parking lot.
We got out of the car and I was surprised there was no building. I thought there would be an interpretive center. But we could see a bit of pavement, so we decided to walk a little ways. Then boom! There was the building after all, about 15 feet in front of us. We almost found the door with our nose.
Inside, the rangers told us the specifics about the 2 km hike to the Bird Rock and what we could expect to see. Using a picture of the rock, they pointed out exactly where to look for the different species.
As we walked to the Bird Rock, the mist condensed on our faces and hair like a fine rain. Along the way we could hear birds squawking and mewling, the sound growing and ebbing as the cliff edge curved toward us, and then away again. Orange stakes marked the way, and we were careful to keep these stakes between ourselves and the cliff edge, especially as the grass was so wet and slippery.
We arrived at the rocky point that reaches out into the sea. A stone’s throw from the tip of that point is the Bird Rock, out in the ocean, and literally covered with birds — gannets, murres, kittiwakes. The sound of the foghorn, the various pitches of the birds’ cries and calls, the feeling of the mist on your skin and the wind lifting your hair, the smell of guano and salt spray, the constant movement of the birds’ circling and hovering, the way the rock itself seemed alive with feathered bodies jostling, preening, pooping, landing, lifting off — it was a full-body experience that’s hard to convey.
The gannets are especially beautiful but a person doesn’t normally get to see them up close. Gannets are powerful seabirds that spend most of their time over open water. They’re very large, with a wing span twice as big as a common seagull. They’re mainly white, but their wings have black tips and the tops of their heads are a peach color, like a little beret. Pairs mate for life and come to the rock to hatch their one egg each year. This colony has 11,000 breeding pairs of gannets. Can you imagine the noise? The gannets have lovely grooming behaviors and stretch their long necks and rub them together. Those lovely necks are not just for looks. They’re useful for hunting, which the gannets do by diving. They begin high in the sky, tuck their wings, stretch their necks, and hit the water at 60 miles an hour, piercing the water up to 60 feet. Powerful. If you’re lucky enough to see a gannet dive, you won’t forget it.
There were also thousands of common murres, the formally-dressed birds. Murres lay their eggs on the sloping edges of rock cliffs. Doesn’t that sound like an impractical place to lay an egg, especially when they’re surrounded by pounding surf? The murres have all these fascinating adaptations to make it work — the eggs are sort of triangular, like squashed ovals with flat sides, and they use their own poop to stick the eggs onto the rock.
And then there are kittiwakes, which are a kind of seagull, but very different from the noisy squawking herring gulls that pester you at the beach. These gulls are a bit smaller, with black legs, and they stay farther out to sea. They were sitting with their young, which are fluffy and gray with a black ring around their neck. Adorable.
Doug and I spent about an hour at the rock, alone, soaked, and absolutely happy.
Day Five — Skerwink Trail
We drove back to Bird Rock to spend another hour with the gannets, murres and kittiwakes, then drove 3.5 hours north to the Trinity/Port Rexton area to hike the Skerwink Trail, which is one of the top 10 hikes in all of Newfoundland.
The Skerwink trail is only 5.3 km long, but has stunning views. We took our time. There were sea stacks visible all along the way. The forest is tuckamore, which is the word for stunted conifers that only grow on one side. They are small and old-growth at the same time, which appeals to me, like something wise beyond its years.
We could peer down at beaches that were strewn with capelin, the small sardine-like fish that the whales feed on. In fact, capelin is the foundation of every life form in the area — whales, birds, cod. We saw two whales in the distance, and a few osprey. We also saw puffins flying into the cliffs. With our binoculars we could clearly see their orange feet sticking out of crevices.
Day Six — lots of driving and a few stops
Day Seven — Fogo Island & punt boat ride
Fogo Island is accessible by ferry. It’s very beautiful, with stunning ocean views. There are gorgeous hikes, and we did three of them — Brimstone Head, Lion’s Den, Joe Batt’s Point.
Fogo Island is also interesting in an economic sense. It was devastated by the collapse of commercial cod fishing in the nineties. In recent years the economy is being revived by the arrival of the upscale Fogo Island Inn. And by upscale, I mean to say that there are only a handful of rooms, the cheapest of which is $1600/night. The mastermind and innkeeper is Zita Cobb, a woman who grew up on the island, became a multimillionaire, and is pouring her resources back into this unusual enterprise. She is devoted to sourcing everything locally and ethically. Check it out.
We were planning to take a boat ride the next day, and mentioned this to our AirBnb host. She mentioned that her husband would be happy to take us out on his punt boat. How could we turn that down? This would be an entirely different experience from a large tour boat!
When we climbed aboard Jim’s boat, the decision we needed to make immediately was whether we should go out to an island where there are puffins (“It’ll take us half an hour or more at full throttle,” Jim said) or go jigging for cod. Our decision was complicated by the fact that the skies were full of dark clouds, which were massing in the distance. It would make the most sense to fish now and take the big boat the next day. But we decided to throw caution to the stormy winds. “Take us to the birds,” my husband shouted, and Jim opened up the throttle.
We headed to the puffin island — it took more than 30 minutes going at top speed in the little boat, chop chop chopping along the water. As we sped along we saw puffins flying, and gannets diving. Then we saw some humpback whales. When the first one showed his tail, Doug and I clapped spontaneously. After that, a number of whales kept up a show — rolling and fin flapping.
When we got to the island, Jim pulled up close. There were puffins flying all around, their wings flapping and orange feet dangling. We also saw a few razorbills, which are very cool because they’re related to the extinct auk.
You could see rain on the horizon, with lots of wind and rolling clouds. Lightning flashed. We turned to head back, and the whales really put on a display — including tail lobbing, when they wave their tail from side to side, and breaching, when they jump out of the water so you can see the ripples on the underside of their big body. Really amazing. Then we saw dolphins. For some reason I started singing: Whales to the left of us, dolphins to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle with you!
Jim offered to take us past Fogo Island Inn, where we saw a rainbow. I snapped a picture of Jim, the old-timer fisherman, taking us to see the Inn, the newcomer entrepreneur.
Then we went jigging for cod. Jim explained that he could only fish three days a week — Saturday, Sunday, and Monday — and the limit was 15 cod each day. He would put it in the freezer to eat this winter. We went to a depth of about 80-100 feet, and laid out the line, unwrapping it from a wooden spindle. As the boat drifted and the line needed to go deeper, we would put out more line. The idea was to lay the bright metal fishing lure on the bottom of the ocean, like a capelin, then pull it off the bottom and jerk it a bit. That’s the jigging.
Doug caught two cod and I caught one. Dave and Jim caught ten more. When we had thirteen cod and the sun started to set, I asked if we were going to quit.
Jim said: “Missy, we are going to fish until we catch our limit if it takes all night.”
It only took a few minutes. Then we wrapped up the lines and headed back. I had never really understood the purpose of a fish shed until I watched the two men unload the cod, still flopping about, and then clean and fillet them. Jim and Dave worked with the efficiency of people who’ve done something a thousand times, with each action practiced and effective.Jim put two beautiful fillets into a bag for us.
Day Eight — Lion’s Den Hike, Fogo Island Inn, local music
Hands down, this was the best breakfast of my life! Cod fillets we caught ourselves the night before, fried in butter in our little Air Bnb cottage. On the side was watermelon — we’d had a big old melon rolling around in the back seat of our rental car ever since our first grocery shopping trip in St. John a week ago.
Then we went for a hike. Lion’s Den was a loop trail of 5.5 km, most of it along the north coast of the island. The views were so stunning that we took our time.
Along the way we hiked past the remains of several communities — the largest of which was Lion’s Den. About 5 families lived there once although there’s nothing left now. They were dutiful Catholics and apparently living along the sea tested their faith so they named their hamlet after the biblical story of Daniel and the lions.
At 2:00 we went on a (prearranged) tour of Fogo Island Inn which is a really unusual place. The owner, Zita Cobb, grew up on Fogo then made millions in the dot com era in Toronto. She bought a yacht and sailed around the world, then came back to Fogo. She set up a foundation called Shorefast and established an arts program. Then, wanting to help Fogo Island rebuild it’s economy, she built the inn. Along the way she held lots of town meetings and involved the local people. She sourced absolutely everything locally and it’s all ethically produced. We were told that she poured $39 million into the inn. Now it costs a minimum of $1600 to stay there for a night. There are only 29 rooms. It employs 250 people for up to 100 guests. Add in the 50 people employed by Shorefast, and you realize that 300 people — 10% of Fogo Island’s population of 3,000 — is employed by the Cobbs. (There’s a picture of the Inn in Week One.)
After the tour we got permission to have a drink at the bar. (We were unable to have lunch because there were no reservations left.) We split a beer called Beau’s 49 54 (the island’s coordinates) made out of local items such as partridgeberries and sea salt. It was very refreshing and just a little bitter.
At 5:30 we went back to Joe Batt’s Arm for the Fogo Food Circle. It was an interesting experience. I estimated there were 200 people in attendance, sitting in chairs set in concentric circles. Some luminaries were there, all food-related. Zita introduced the event, so it was interesting to see her in action after hearing her history at the Inn.
Each of the luminaries began by telling “food stories”. Bonnie Stern, one of Canada’s foremost cookbook authors; Jonathan Gushue, Fogo Island Inn Executive Chef; Mitchell Davis, Executive Vice President of the James Beard Foundation. The two questions posed were:
How are we going to feed the 8 or 10 billion people on the planet by 2050?
What are we having for supper tonight?
And are the two questions related?
Then the circle was opened up to anyone. The question was:
If someone was coming to Fogo, what dish would you serve them as being most intrinsic to this place?
These are the dishes people mentioned:
- fish and brewis with scrunchions
- fish cakes
- cod fried in cornflakes
- salt beef
- pea soup
Then we were served food provided by the Inn. The main item was sandwiches made from puffy bread and roasted pork. There was also a spinach and strawberry salad, cooked greens, and crackers.
We saw Victoria who we met on Brimstone, who told us about the food circle. It was fun to run into a friend in a place so far from home.
Then we thought we’d get in one more hike as the sun was setting. We didn’t make it too far because the mosquitoes were becoming fierce, but we did see some caribou.
Then we went back to the town of Fogo to hear some local music playing at a bar called Beaches. The band was called Rubber Boots Boys — made up of three people, one of which was a woman, despite the group’s name. The three of them exchanged instruments a lot, playing a guitar, accordion and something called an Ugly Stick — which is a homemade rhythm instrument that looks like a mop covered with bottle caps that you hit with a stick. Newfoundland music appears to come in two flavors — mournful ballads or lively Newfie jigs.
After the intermission they did a “Screech-In” which is when people “from away” can become honorary Newfoundlanders.
Much hilarity ensued — the locals obviously love this tradition and look forward to bringing their guests. The fella doing the honors wore a yellow waterman’s hat and slicker, and went through all six steps:
- eat Newfie steak (bologna)
- drink Screech rum (islanders used to trade cod for rum)
- repeat Newfie phrase incl. “don’t let your big jig drop”
- kiss an actual cod fish on the lips
- dance a Newfie jig
- get a certificate
Day Nine — ferry, then lots of driving to Gros Morne Park
We took the ferry back to Newfoundland. Met a couple who had come over to be part of the Food Circle. The man works for Atlantic Mushrooms and the woman teaches all grades in a little town on the northeast side of island. We had a lively conversation.
We drove about 6 hours to get to Gros Morne. Stopped at a Tim Horton’s for bathroom and coffee, also got a “Canada Day” donut (a long john with decoration) because it was Regatta Day. Ate our picnic lunch at the side of the TransCanadian Highway in a tiny spot of shade. Not too pleasant. Very hot and sunny.
Arrived in Birchy Head/Shoal Cove at our Air Bnb around 4:00, at a brand new little suite on the Waters Edge. Logged into my email and found an email from agent with contract language for my next book. Am I really going to write this? And when?
Drove through Gros Morne Park to a town called Trout River to have supper at Seaside Restaurant. Walked up a hill for a view. Lots of children around. Restaurant was in its second generation of ownership and the owner greeted us. A harp player provided dinner music, which was unexpected. Yes, the kind of harp with strings. I got the signature dish of sea scallops (harvested near St. Anthony) and Doug tried cod tongue and cheeks, plus a few capelin, which are like an oily herring.
As the sun was setting around 9:00 we walked on the Tablelands, where a person can actually walk around on the earth’s mantle, which has been exposed by the shifting of tectonic plates. Very cool. Like the surface of the moon, only full of rubble.
Pretty pooped so early to bed.
Day Ten — Tablelands hike and local music
We began the day at the Visitors Center to learn more about the geology, then went on a Tablelands hike for about an hour and a half. The color of the rocks is very golden, and nothing grows on them.
Instead of a picnic lunch we went to the little town of Woody Point and ate at a tavern on the water. It was lovely enough but took forever, which is why we usually do a picnic option. We had caesar salad and fried cod bites. Explored the little town and heard about a concert tonight.
Took a nap in the afternoon while it rained. Went to supper at a place higher up the hill with a great view of the water. The view was entirely socked in by fog. Surprisingly nice place with white tablecloths. Saw a young couple who were probably honeymooners. We had seafood chowder and “steamed bread” and also a couple lobster ravioli. Shared a “Newfoundland Jam Jam” which is a few molasses cookies stacked together with partridgeberry jam.
Attended a concert at St. Pat’s, part of Gros Morne Summer Music, a 4 piece group called Rum Ragged — guitar, drum, bass/banjo, mandolin/accordion. Traditional music in a great space.
Before we went to bed logged online and found an email saying that my Mom had fallen and broken her left wrist. Oh no!
Day Eleven — Western Brook Pond boat ride
Very foggy when we woke. Visited the Visitor Center again and saw the movie. Then went up to Green Gardens to hike at least an hour or so, but it was very foggy and the path was rocky and wet, plus there were tons of mosquitoes. So we turned around after 15 minutes or so and drove to Western Brook Pond.
Good thing we did, as it took a while to drive in the fog —such winding roads. Ate a picnic lunch before we walked out to the boat, it’s a good 2 miles on a gravel road. The boat ride was stunning. Wreaths of fog around the mountaintops. The cloud cover breaking made it spectacular. Lots of waterfalls running down the fjord. Boat held about 80 people. The water itself is pristine — too pristine to support life, which seems like something to think about.
Coming home stopped at about 5:00 to eat in a town called Rocky Harbour. Split a salad and Doug had fish brewwis, I had clam strips and french fries. Brought a piece of “matrimonial cake” home to share later — a date bar. I had noticed that the grocery stores, even small ones, are well stocked with dates, so now I know why.
Day Twelve — Happy 34th Anniversary to Us! — Thrombolites & Lanse Aux Meadows
We went out for breakfast in Woody’s Point. It was the only time we ate breakfast out on the whole trip, but it was our anniversary! Before we left town we had a long convo with our Air Bnb host Rodney, and his mother. Learned all about the economy of the island.
Then we drove north toward St. Anthony, a very curvy road with beautiful views. Saw some cormorants along the waters edge,
a bald eagle overhead.
Stopped for lunch at a place along the road connected to a gas station (pictured below). Doug got a pork chop, I got fishcakes and salad. Struck up a convo with an older fella, a local, who had worked in timber until the industry collapsed, which happened to be at the same time that fishing collapsed. When I asked him if he still works, he said he now has cancer. He gets a shot every month with a huge needle, takes him 6-7 days to feel decent after that. He was very matter of fact and obviously enjoyed talking to us. Before we left the restaurant, our waitress insisted that we sign the guest book.
Near a place called Flowers Cove we stopped to see Thrombolites which are very weird and very rare.
Thrombolites are ancient forms of microbial communities that photosynthesize. They are clotted accretionary structures formed in shallow water by the trapping, binding, and cementation of sedimentary grains by biofilms of microorganisms, especially cyanobacteria. They are now only found in a few places in the world.
It was about 2:30 so we pushed on to get to Lanse Aux Meadows site before it closed. We arrived at 4:00 so we only had 2 hours to see the site. Yet that was enough. It’s actually a very small site on the very tip of the peninsula. Very peaceful, surrounded by water, with a gorgeous blue sky day. The visitors center is quite small. The main thing to see are a few recreated sod huts with costumed interpreters. I thought it was pretty silly that 3 out of 4 interpreters were women. This was a Viking camp! They inhabited the camp for a period of a few years a thousand years ago. I am not a fan of the bloodthirsty Vikings.
A fabulous hiking trail went all around the perimeter of the site and took us about an hour to hike. Lovely to be walking through the tundra — we were that far north, because the elevation was not high. Tundra is my favorite ecosystem and it is rare, so this was a real treat.
Drove to our next lodging, at Tuckamore Lodge in Main Brook. It was not what we expected. Because it was our anniversary I had chosen a “nicer spot” than the usual Air Bnb, but this was the smallest and least nice room we stayed in. There was nowhere even to set a suitcase. The bathroom was so small that at one point I caught my foot on something and actually collapsed into the shower, which had folding doors that I crashed through.
We arrived at the tail end of the dinner hour. The food was served family style, and was plain but good — cod gratin, with vegetables, plus salad and dessert and coffee. The eight people at our table seemed quite drunk. (You could bring your own booze to the table.) Not what I had anticipated! (a lovely ribeye and a martini) Oh well, there are plenty of other days to do that.
After dinner we went for a very brief dip in the beautiful cold lake, then took a quick sauna.
Day Thirteen — Grenfell Exhibits & Burnt Cape tundra flowers
We drove to St. Anthony’s, which is the largest town in the area. It was very very foggy so we decided to go to the hospital first to see some Inuit art in a foyer. The woman at the restaurant yesterday had told us not to miss it. Had a chat with a fella named Donald — about the state of medical insurance, cremation, corporate greed. Fascinating because he appeared to be homeless, but was quite knowledgeable. He did attribute the decline of the world to homosexuality, however, right at the end of the convo. Um, no, Donald, that’s not the problem.
Meanwhile the Inuit art was quite stunning. We learned that the art tells the story of the Grenfell legacy. Since it was still foggy, we went to see the Grenfell home and learned about this doctor who came to Labrador in 1892 when there was no doctor for 30,000 people. He visited people all along the coast using a medical boat. Went to the Visitor Center and saw a film about him. Grenfell was quite an adventurer and evangelist, affected by the sermons of Dwight Moody. He founded 3 hospitals and 2 orphanages — endless good works.
Bought our souvenirs at the Visitor Center. Labradorite is a beautiful local stone with a blue-green color and hints of gold. I bought a pair of earrings and a pendant. The origin myth says that Labradorite was formed when the northern lights got trapped in rock. Also bought a small stuffed puffin. Some sea salt and a hat for Doug.
Went to a restaurant called Lightkeepers for a late lunch at 2:00 and had a very hearty seafood chowder. Still very foggy, but went for a hike on Fishing Point. I’m sure the view is lovely when you can see it. The fog horn was sounding the whole time we were there.
Then we headed to Burnt Cape to an ecological reserve for tundra flowers. There are some very rare species there. Turned out to be quite remote, on very bad gravel roads. Quite an adventure to get there. Only a couple other vehicles and people.
But the view was absolutely amazing as the peninsula projected out into the ocean. They say it’s a great spot to see Iceberg Alley (if we come back in the spring sometime).
Underfoot was a whole world of tundra flowers. Imagine huge barren rocks with tiny dense flowers growing in crevices.
Then we drove toward Lanse Aux Meadows for supper and ate at a place in Griquet. Live music playing when we arrived (upstairs), a very small, bustling place. Had fish brewis and dessert — carrot cake with partridge berries and gooseberry pie.
Drove back to Tuckamore Lodge past 9:00, getting dark. Never did see a moose, this would have been the spot!
Day Fourteen — Gander
We left early for a 7 hour drive to Gander. After checking in at the Sinbad Motel, we took a nap, then went exploring. It was “Gander Day” pure dumb luck. We went to some local festivities at Cobbs Pond. Walked around the pond, about 2.5 km and had a chance to chat with one of our daughters by phone while we hiked, the joy of being near cell service. We bought sausages on buns from a little truck, definitely the worst food of the trip. But there was a stage with local music and lots of people enjoying themselves. Like small town Americana, not a thing different.
We met a family and chatted for a very long time. I asked about 9/11 because I had heard the story about the airport at Gander being used by something like 37 airplanes that day. There were more passengers on those aircraft than lived in the town. The hospitality of the Newfoundlanders proved to be legendary.
Day Fifteen — Zodiac Whale Watching in Trinity, Puffins in Elliston
Drove about 4 hours to get to Trinity, and on the spur of the moment signed up for a Zodiac whale watching trip through an outfit called Trinity Eco Tours. We were able to have lunch there before the ride — a Caesar salad and fish chowder, which was very good. The ride was 3 hours long, from 1:00-4:00 and we saw lots of humpback whales — at one point a pod of three of them. I’ll put a little video of those three at the end. Wonderful to be so low on the water, especially when the captain shut off the motor and you could hear the whale noises.
Then we drove to Elliston to check out the puffin viewing site. A bit late in the day, and too many people for the puffins to hop across onto the mainland. They say the thing to do is go there when it’s raining. Had a convo with a group of 4 Canadian women traveling together because one of them complimented my footwear. Ended up discussing Trump, I think it was the only time I thought about him for the whole 2 week vacation!
We checked in at our Air Bnb, the only one we stayed at with a host. Gord and his wife Betty are very affable human beings. Betty had a heart attack 7 weeks ago and Gord took care of everything for her, and for us. As a former Air Bnb host myself, I realize that this is significant. Grabbed a quick supper at a local cafe because most places had already closed down. The cafe was full of old men wearing suspenders and eating sweets. We were able to Face Time with my Mom and one of our daughters, who had flown to Grandma’s assistance.
Day Sixteen — a Whale Tale Goodbye!
Before we left, Gord made us a Newfoundland breakfast — baked beans, toutons, fried bologna, scrambled eggs, fruit. The 3.5 hour drive to St. John to catch our flight was uneventful. Toutons are basically fried bread dough.
Flying home a flight was cancelled, we ended up spending an extra 24 hours in Toronto. Worse things have happened. We were lucky to get a decent room, after 1:00 at night.
If you read this whole narrative, you might enjoy my memoir about a transformative trip to Israel and Palestine — Chasing the Divine in the Holy Land.