Driving in Newfoundland had been easy as there wasn’t a lot of traffic to contend with. I could have made the journey from west to east in a day if I’d pushed it but what was the rush? I stopped in Gander so that the next morning, I had time to investigate the narrow strip of land that joined Avalon Peninsula to the rest of Newfoundland.
On one side was Arnold’s Cove; on the opposite side, Sunnyside. There was a Beothuk/European memorial site where supposedly the two groups had once met peacefully. Continue reading Sunnyside’s Beothuk past
My Newfoundland trip was almost over and as is often the habit when I know my holiday is near the end, I want to drag it out a little longer.
As I drove back down the coast, I stopped at every point I thought might be of interest, first Bird Cove that turned out I needn’t have bothered, then Arches Provincial Park, that was definitely worth a look. Continue reading Arches Provincial Park
South of St Anthony’s lay what looked like a typical coastal fishing village. There was a trail over rocky terrain where a couple gazed at the sea where whales danced. Continue reading Goose Cove’s labrador tea
On the way to L’Anxe aux Meadows, I spotted a tiny piece of white floating in the sea. That was my iceberg, the only one I saw. Had I started on the west coast and toured east, instead of the reverse, I would have been three weeks earlier and probably seen more. I put the thought out of my head because I was headed to what the Vikings called Vinland where they settled a thousand years ago. Continue reading The Vikings of L’Anxe aux Meadows
As mentioned in a previous blog, whale watching was a matter of luck. This trip turned out to be a lucky day. Not only were the whales as curious about us as we were about them, but also playful. Continue reading Whale watching off St Anthony
Further north from Newfoundland’s Port au Choix was Flowers Cove where on a clear day, it was possible to see the coastline of Labrador. On the day I arrived in the tiny town, this wasn’t possible but I wasn’t disappointed because I’d come to see the thrombolites.
According to the sign along the well-maintained trail, thrombolites, or living rocks, were like the earliest forms of life on earth from over three billion years ago. Not only were they ancient, but rare. In fact, they are only found in one other place in the world, Shark Bay in Western Australia.
Because of the rich pickings from marine life, Port au Choix was another ancient spot where peoples (such as the Dorset Inuit) had lived for thousands of years.
Even though I visited the interpretive centre, I’d come, not for its archeological history, but to find interesting rock formations that lined the Gulf of St Lawrence. Continue reading Port au Choix Trail