After an overnight crossing where poor Hudson was stuck in the car below deck, we docked in Channel-Port aux Basques, Newfoundland. Through the mist and fog we journeyed north to pick up my brother-in-law, Walker; a rerouted traveler who in a stroke of luck (depending on how you look at it) and an extra $300 skipped the overnight ferry ride.
From there we ventured west to Gros Morne National Park and everything we had heard was true.
It is an almost magical place with ancient fjords, massive bays, staggering cliffs, sea caves and places where the earth's mantle has been pushed above ground into incredibly unique plateaus. At night the mist would become so thick I could barely find my way back to our camp. Pretty eerie yet mystical at the same time.
We saw moose, did headstands in flower full meadows (okay, just me), had wonderful nightly fires (thanks, Walker!), were ever impressed by the astounding beauty, hid from the rain (and got soaked on occasion) while enjoying the company for this part of our adventure.
It was interesting to share space after being just Dallas, the husky and I but it was a welcome change and very exciting to have someone in our “guest room.”
I’ll let the photos do the rest of the talking. Enjoy!
Love and magic,