We ended up doing my most anticipated road trip, The Cape Shore drive, on our last day in Newfoundland. As usual, the day started out dreary, foggy and chill. We stopped first at the Castle Hill National Historic Site, the remains of an old French fort. Maybe it was the weather, maybe my mind doesn’t visualize well, but I actually enjoyed the information boards more than I did the ruins.
We took a short trail (one of many) to the Gaillardin Redoubt.
The walk through moss-drenched forest was a delight. The view of the town of Placentia from the redoubt would’ve been superb if not for the fog.
One word to describe Cape St. Mary’s Ecological Reserve? Wow!!
I’ve seen bird rookeries before, but never so close that we felt as if we were sitting right amongst the birds.
There may be more dramatic sea stacks, but that bird-saturated 200-foot-high stack (aptly called Bird Rock) didn’t fail to impress.
Adequate words elude me to describe the thousands of birds, mostly gannets, soaring above our heads and zipping all around us, hovering, landing, nesting and playing. My camera couldn’t do justice either.
The weather was remarkably clear, the wind mercifully light, and we could’ve stayed for hours, soaking in the incredible sights.
And mustn’t forget my little bonus – the final lighthouse of our trip. That makes a total of five!!
Back in St. John’s, we took Hubby to experience genuine Newfie food at the Sundance Bar & Grill on infamous George Street. Fried cod tongues (seriously)…
And Scrunchions. (Pork fat fried to a crisp)
Yum!! Not!! The males at the table partook, the females wisely declined.
Back at the house, our son broke out his birthday bottle of Disaronno and we shared drinks chilled with bergie-cubes. What a novel experience toasting with ice from a thousands-year-old iceberg.
A perfect ending to our final evening in Newfoundland. We didn’t accomplish everything we intended, but maybe that’s a good thing. Leave while still wanting more.