June 5, 6 & 7
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Wednesday morning I pretty much hang out at the Inn until just past noon. Then I scoot down to the post office and pick up the parcel mailed to me via Express Post on Friday from the other side of Canada. Then I go to the bank and think to myself Iím behaving just like a local. I scoot out to the causeway to check on the iceberg and barely can see it because of the fog. Perhaps I donít see it but know itís there so my imagination conjures it up for me. Then I drive back to town and check out the museum which is a whole lot more worthwhile than I expected. Their gift store is worth a visit too due to many local crafters offering their knitting and art. I buy two locally made stained glass Inukshuks as thank you gifts for Melinda and the Young's. This is not my normal practice when I stay at places during my holidays but this is Newfoundland and I want to impress upon them just how much they mean to me. Iíve got a poem rattling around about Gus, another about Melinda and Kim Young is on my mind too. Gus is a tour de force who cares a great deal about what he holds dear. I like that about people because I understand it profoundly. Melinda has what I believe to be a tender heart and she sees the best in people which is a rare talent nowadays. Sheís taken a shine to me and because of that Iíve reciprocated. I donít believe Iím all that easy to like but she disagrees and I think myself lucky. I spend the rest of my day mulling over the impact these people have had on me. My plan was to only come to Newfoundland once and now I know Iíll be back. My visit with Gus & Geraldine and her sister Daisy in the evening was delightful. They bring out family photos, their antique treasures and newspaper clippings. Gus told me he travelled around the island on a seadoo. I was aghast when I discovered he meant Newfoundland and not Twillingate Island which had impressed me enough! The newspaper write up he shows me once Geraldine found it for him reveals Gus was sixty when he undertook that adventure. I doubt Iíd take a ride on one of those on the Pacific much less the frigid North Atlantic. Iím gobsmacked when Geraldine tells me sheís gone out with Gus to view whales! They tell me they donít bother with survival suits and just wear lifejackets. Geraldine treats me to home-made lemon pie [two slices] and Tetley tea which is the brand in Newfoundland. Iím a Red Rose woman myself but Tetley is a delicious substitute. I make sure I leave in good time and Gus gives me a short tour of his land which has been in his family for generations. I find my way back to the Inn with no hiccoughs. A six day stay means Iíve totally saturated myself with Twillingate which deserves that sort of focus.
I take my leave of Melinda with a farewell thatís heartfelt and Iím away. On the causeway I stop twice for a few more photos of the Iceberg and then again for a close-up of the growler/bergie bit thatís broken off and floating right by the causeway. I choose the long way back to TCH #1 by way of Musgrave Harbour to Gambo with a side trip to Cape Freels. Several of the houses there have yard art of lighthouses and a Coast Guard ship. Itís worth the short detour for sure. The landscape along this road is a surprise because thereís miles of flat land and sand. I see one faraway iceberg that I donít try and capture with my camera. I pull off the road to contemplate the surf and ponder on the two trailers set up on the wind blown sea grass. The place must be packed in the summer. I arrive back at the Clarenville Inn mid-afternoon and settle in happily.
Iíd planned to do the Bonavista circuit but the weather which I believed couldnít get worse did. Itís raining hard and the visibility sucks so I decide to book another day at this comfortable spot and take a day off. During my visit many travellers Iíve met are going great distances to take in Gros Morne and L'Anse aux Meadows but I thought about travelling all those miles with faint hope of fair weather. Thereís been thick fog, thereís been cold robust winds [not gales] and now thereís rain. Where I come from weíre known for out wet weather and Iím tolerant because I wasnít expecting sunny skies and warm winds but Newfoundland has been seasonally chilly according to everyone in the know. Itís okay because I saw what I came to see and consider myself very lucky to be able to boast about it. I wasnít stranded at the airport due to the fog like many travellers during my time here although that still might happen but Iím not tied to a timeline so I wouldnít be too frantic. Nothing could sour me on Newfoundland and Iím already thinking about my next trip here and I havenít even taken in St. Johns yet.
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