The rain and cloud closed in and put a sense of moodiness on the scene. Not in a bad way, but rather evocative of novels and stories from the past. So many beautiful photo-ops. Lou came up with a side bar trip to Trout River. Now, I'll skip ahead a bit to Trout River: there's not much to report. It's a pretty fishing village literally at the end of the road, on the edge of land and sea. It was raining hard, so … we didn't stay. But we didn't feel bad about this because the long road in and out crossed spectacular table-lands and deep fjords that were out of this world beautiful. So, this was a case of the journey being greater than the destination.
Back on the Trans Canada Highway, we burned through to Gander. The land flattened out, became more forested, with lakes and rocks reminiscent of Northern Ontario. And with the kilometers, fatigue set in. Gander couldn't come fast enough, but we made it and we're in for the night.
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| Table lands, Gros Morne National Park |
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| Coastal fjord near Rocky Harbour |
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| Gros Morne National Park |
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