Western Brook Fjord, Gros Morne

The southern trails were in sharp contrast to Western Brook Pond fjord. I’d hiked for an hour through low, but lush vegetation to arrive at a jetty where the tour boat would head out. I was told they weren’t sure when the next sail would be because the weather looked ominous. The only family waiting and I shrugged our shoulders. We’d taken the hike, so might as well see how the day turned out.

Gros Morne National Park

Back on the main highway from Fleur de Lys, I was on my way to Gros Morne where I spent the next couple of days.

When I arrived at the tablelands the following morning, a tour group idled ahead and I caught up to listen as the guide pointed out strange rocks and vegetation that grew in the desolate location.