Terri and Peter's RV Adventures

I woke up this morning to a shocking experience: Clear skies and no wind. It made Newfoundland feel almost normal. But, it didn’t last long. By afternoon, the winds picked up and I felt at home, not at home here.

The morning was taken up with clean up chores, the ones that don’t get done while we’re traveling or exploring but at some point need attention: like the sewer dumping (which required hitching up and moving the trailer which is almost like packing up to leave), actually mopping the floor, and figuring out the supplies we had so carefully packed in the nether reaches of our truck. Donning my trusty kneepads, I ventured into the back”attic” of our truck and lo and behold, found what I needed; extra food we’d run out of, cleaning supplies and other handy things. I felt like I’d gone shopping and found everything I needed!

After lunch, Peter dropped me off at the trailhead to the Western Brook Pond Fjord boat tour. A two mile hike brought me to the dock and then I settled in for a relaxing two-hour tour boat trip through the fjord. Or so I thought. In what seemed like a bait and switch, five minutes into his talk, the tour guide mentioned that this wasn’t really a fjord after all. Huh? Turns out that while these mountains were thrust into being a billion years ago, give or take a few million, they initially were flooded with saltwater from the ocean a mile away. But around 19,000 years ago (I may have gotten that date wrong but that’s what I recall), the glacial peat bogs surrounding the mountains, when the glaciers retreated, rebounded or pushed up to a point where no salt water could enter, creating a fresh water pond. I’ve heard of relationships on the rebound but not the earth or bogs. But I’ll take his word for it. In any case, it was too late to ask for my money back or turn the boat around, so for me, it was a fjord, fresh or salt water, no matter.

The tour was a little too touristy for me but I was glad to be able to experience these massive granite structures looming on both sides of me in close range. Apparently, these mountains are part of the Appalachian Mountains, something that seems like a stretch. But again, you can experience these things with your left or your right brain. If I begin to challenge the data or information then I’m completely in my head and missing the beauty and feeling of awe one can get as you wind your way in and around them.

Back at camp, it was dinner, running the dogs, and deciding if we want to do an overnight in Twillingate, a little island at the top of the Newfoundland island, about four and a half hours drive away. We hear there are icebergs and puffins there and it’s a part of the island we haven’t explored so we may go there, forfeit a night here and spend the night and turn around and return here for one more night. I guess we’ll play it by ear tomorrow. Too tired to go on. Good night!