The natives call Newfoundland "First Dawn" because, as the easternmost part of North America, it is the first land on our continent to meet each dawn. We traveled 14 hours on the Joseph Smallwood ferry to reach Newfoundland, leaving at 11 p.m. last night. We even had our own cabin, which felt like the ultimate luxury, as we watched the huddled, snoozing masses swathed in blankets in the lounges.
Today was a bright, sunny day, and Dave explored the ship, taking pictures.
As soon as the ferry landed, we headed for Cape May, a bird reserve with an amazing colony of gannets, a seabird with a wingspan of two to three feet. Along the way, we passed the same sort of amazing coastal scenery we'd enjoyed on Cape Breton island.
We knew Newfoundlanders had a unique sense of "modern" when we saw this sign:
We walked for nearly a mile to the gannet colony, past jagged cliffs with sheep grazing placidly near the edge.
Suddenly, the birds were before us, thousands of them, nesting and feeding and flying around.
We drove on to St. John's, the capital of Newfoundland, through more quaint towns.
2 comments:
That sounds like such an adventure, taking a 14 hour ferry to reach Newfoundland. One of my favorite parts of traveling is reaching places that are so isolated that hardly anyone ever visits.
I've seen Newfoundland once or twice from an airplane window 35,000 feet high... I'm excited to hear more about what it's like from the ground!
I feel so lucky to have parents who still have so much fun together! Thank you for the example of living life to the fullest!
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