My premiere destination on our journey along the Irish Loop was the lighthouse at Ferryland. (Surprise, surprise) Imagine the squeals and crazy jumping up and down when we stopped to take a picture of the Ferryland sign and I gazed over to the bay to spy right there, front and centre, an ICEBERG!!! A massive behemoth compared to the one we saw at Middle Cove. Not as pretty, but totally impressive.
Like magic, the haze lightened enough for us to snap some photos.
We circled the bay, stopping at every viewpoint, gazing with wonder, relishing the enjoyment and sheer luck of witnessing yet another of these beauties of nature.
Another novel experience: searching the shoreline for “bergie-bits”. We couldn’t resist hauling home a few good chunks of thousands-year-old ice for our son. With fog sneaking back in, we began our search for the lighthouse. A lovely fifteen-minute hike through a gentle mist brought us to our destination.
Unfortunately the killjoy fog limited what would’ve been incredible views and we had to forego investigating the many hiking trails.
As we drove further south and away from the coastline, both the climate and topography changed dramatically. The weather grew temperate, with clear skies and little wind. The scenery alternated between modest farming communities and barren, rocky land where little more than scrub grew.
I kept a lookout for the caribou herds that thrive in that area, but no such luck. As we passed St. Vincent’s and headed north along St. Mary’s Bay, the landscape gentled, became lush and pretty.
At the town of St. Mary’s, we happened across an enchanting little village someone had built along a stream. So cute!!
A 1929 era bridge, spanning the Salmonier River, apparently a great fly-fishing site.
We got back to foggy St. John’s in time for dinner, pleased with our day’s adventure, even if the weather tried to put a damper on our fun.