Caught your attention, right? We are here in Newfoundland, in search of both moose and icebergs, haven’t seen either yet. No worries, we are not leaving this incredible, enormous island until we have seen both. Maybe not the moose on the iceberg, that is pretty far fetched. A polar bear maybe.
We did see a bear yesterday, while on a boat tour on a “pond” surrounded by extremely tall cliffs which have been gouged out by glaciers many, many years ago. I love how the Newfies call their lakes ponds. Some of their ponds go on for miles and miles. There is water everywhere. If we are not gawking at the coastline, we are crossing a bridge over a “brooke” (river) with roaring rapids, or driving on and on along an endlessly stretching pond.
Our first foray towards seeing icebergs took us inland to a provincial (state)campground called Sir Richard Squires. The drive was fine the first couple hours, until we had to turn off the highway onto a bumpy gravel road. This was nearby where we saw the dead moose lying on the side of the road. We aren’t counting this a a moose sighting, too sad. They aren’t kidding about watching where you are driving. He was huge. Anyway this road went on for about an hour, with everything inside the RV rattling like crazy. Finally we turned into the campground, which was mostly empty and got to pick our site. The ranger said in about two weeks the place will blow up with salmon fishermen. We backed into our chosen site, with the roaring river rapids directly below us, beyond a steep cliff. For the next two nights we both had nightmares about the RV rolling backwards down the cliff into the river. But the scenery and the water sounds were good enough to keep us from moving.
We had some great hikes around the area, and learned how the salmon will be arriving to swim up the rapids to spawn. How can they possibly do that? I couldn’t even imagine a grown man swimming up river let alone a fish. Nature is amazing. Our plan was to continue on down the bumpy gravel road towards a little town called Hampden, where there had recently been iceberg sightings. But after chatting with the ranger, he told us the road actually continues to get worse, until “Maybe you could drive it if you had a pick up truck.” Oh boy. Our only option was to turn around and head up another route.
So we made a management decision to head on to another destination, Gros Morne National Park, where we took the boat ride and saw the bear. The crazy thing about this boat ride was it involved a 2 mile hike in to the pond. No roads go to it. The boats were actually flown in, in pieces. But it was worth it. We felt like we were in Norway, or somewhere with fjords and cliffs and waterfalls. So stunning.
We have been told about an iceberg festival going on north of us, so that is our plan, to head north. There is also a Viking Settlement up north, as well as boat tours to see whales.
Today is rainy and dreary, but it’s okay. Green Point Campground, where we are now, has us camping on the coast. Its a rocky coastline, very dramatic with lobster boats cruising along checking their traps. So today we will fire up the heater, stay warm and dry inside and catch up on our books or maybe even a Netflix movie. Gotta love glamping.