I stayed several kilometres from Tera Nova and drove back the following day. I liked the sound of the name. Continue reading Tera Nova National Park
I drove to the cape the day before I left Bonavista. There was a lighthouse to explore and a view of the open sea with fresh air gushing in off the Atlantic. A busload of tourists braced the wind before they scurried into one of the other buildings on the point.
On the drive back, I took a short hike to the Dungeon, a natural arch formation, my last Bonavista stop off.
All along the highway to Elliston, garden plots dotted the side of the road. This was where locals grew their summer vegetables. Wouldn’t people stop and steal their crops? No, I was told. No one had experience this kind of theft according to locals. Continue reading Sidetracked in Maberly
Bonavista was a cute seaside town with a duck pond trail to skirt and a friendly restaurant where I learned how islanders knew how to tell who was from Newfoundland and who was a tourist. We tourists locked our cars, islanders never bothered. Continue reading Newfoundland’s Bonavista
I left the Avalon Peninsula and drove north stopping at Trinity East before heading to Bonavista.
I took the Sherwink Trail and hiked through forest, past cliffs and up, down and around to a beach. Fog rolled in and I heard the sound of a warning horn through the grey mist but never spied the boat. Continue reading Newfoundland’s Sherwink Trail