Musgrave Harbour turned out to be a nice surprise. Not only did I stay in a cute two-bedroom cabin where I had a washing machine, but there was a great beach with lots to explore and a good restaurant right against the sea. Continue reading Carmanville Wetlands
There was only one place I lost that safe feeling the entire Newfoundland trip. I was headed to Musgrave Harbour but stopped off for a beach hike first in Dead Man’s Provincial Park. Continue reading Dead Man’s Provincial Park
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.
I arrived in Elliston, the puffin capital. After the long distance view of birds at Bay Bulls, I was surprised at how close I was to these puffins.
I sat on a cliff where across on a stack, breeding pairs were busy around their burrows. I’m guessing the ones on the cliff where I sat were those without partners. They were within a metre of where I sat perfectly still watching their antics. Continue reading Puffins, puffins and more puffins
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
From the south of Newfoundland’s peninsular, I drove north to Harbour Grace, a small town with a five hundred year history. However, I was interested in its more recent history connected to Amelia Earhart. Continue reading Earhart’s Harbour Grace
I started to realise, this island, The Rock, as Newfoundland was often called, was bird haven. I left St John’s and drove south, to Cape St Mary’s which was another bird breeding reserve.
Following the cliff trail, murre, cormorant, guillemot and gannet nesting sites dotted the cliffs, each with their own breeding area. Continue reading Newfoundland’s Cape St Mary’s Ecological Reserve