Bye, bye NFLD
8:01 p.m.
We drove north along the coast to Daniel’s Harb0ur, a quiet fishing village with fascinating water-eroded breccia formations. We spent a half-hour or so climbing over the rocks before getting back in the car and heading south.
Our next stop was Arches National Park, not to be confused with that other Arches National Park. This one boasts actual arches eroded by wave action. Our hostess of the night before had told us that when her father was a boy, there were three, but one of them had “faltered” and now there were only two. They were still really cool.
That afternoon we pulled into the town of C0whead which is not, strictly speaking, in the park itself, but lies in a little triangulated area surrounded by park. We went for a walk to the point which turned out to be more of an easy hike and longer than we’d expected. The views were lovely.
We attended a play that evening put on by the Gr0s M0rne Theatre Association called Isle of Dem0ns by R0bert Chafe, about the French noblewoman Marguerite de R0berval who was left on an island of that name in the spring of 1542, her only companions her lover and her childhood nurse, both of whom died before she was rescued two and-a-half years later. It was very good.
The next day we bid farewell to Gr0s M0rne National Park and drove back to St. John’s. The day was fine and we even stopped for lunch at an authentic Mexican restaurant in Bishop’s Falls, which seems totally incongruous. We arrived at Mary’s just as she was heading off to the airport to pick up Tom after his sojourn in Labrador. We all got to have supper together and regale each other with our stories. It was a really nice finish to a lovely week.
Then, Monday morning, we flew away.
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