Woke up to rain. Rain is a common occurrence in St. John’s, but we’re talking blowing sideways, instantly-soaked-if-you-venture-out type of rain. Even sightseeing from the car was out.
Thank the fates, the weather settled down enough to keep our lunch plans with the kids at The Rooms, the massive “salt-box” shaped cultural complex, perched above the city next to the venerable Catholic Basilica.
Only after I’d entered the centre, did I see its beauty. Open and spacious, it houses four levels of galleries, museums, and thousands of displays. We wished we’d known about this earlier, we could’ve idled-away the rainy hours there. The café purportedly has remarkable views of St. John’s and the harbour. That day we had a great view of thick fog. So we enjoyed the happy company of our kids instead.
The day continued to clear, so we headed to Cape Spear, the most easterly point in North America. For some reason the sign at the actual spot was missing, so we had to make do.
It also boasts a LIGHTHOUSE!! (Number four so far)
It wasn’t prime sightseeing weather, but we went and saw what we could see, including derelict WWII batteries.
The waves put on an incredible show, despite the wind being mild.
Hubby “accidentally” got lost on the way to Quidi Vidi Village (pronounced Kiddy Viddy), and we ended up on Signal Hill again. (I think he had an ulterior motive)
No wind this time, just lots of wispy fog. Hubby snapped some interesting pictures, so typical of St. John’s foggy environs.
Queen’s Battery Barracks
Fort Amherst looked appropriately spooky for a ruin.
Last year when I hiked the Bawdens Highland area overlooking Quidi Vidi harbour, I fell in love with the picturesque spot, so had to take Hubby there to show him the little treasure.
Quidi Vidi Village and Lake are equally enchanting, but unfortunately I don’t have any good photos to share.
I was so touched to come across the memorial to one of Canada’s most inspirational heroes, Terry Fox. At this spot, in April 1980, he dipped his toe into the icy Atlantic Ocean and started that fateful journey to raise money for Cancer Research, which continues in his memory to this day.
I took random shots along historic Water Street (one of the oldest streets in North America), trying to capture the beauty of the old buildings, difficult to do through the windshield of a moving car.
We actually ended up with tantalizing peeks of sunshine and blue sky, after all that rain and fog.