Sept. 11, 2009 Day 14

We were up at 7, and had another sunny 20c weather. Peter and Immy join us in our motor home every morning for coffee and koek.

Our first stop this morning was "Norris Point".

Also a short walking trail, with this cute bench. We had an early brunch because we were scheduled for a boat tour. We had partridge pancakes. Yum. We try to find restaurants in small towns--great food and great stories. The people are so friendly and relaxed. All the time in the world to talk to us as long as we want. Some of the accents are great.

I forgot to mention this morning Marcel broke the door off a small cupboard above the driver, so once in a while something comes flying our. Never a dull moment.

The walk from the parking lot to the dock at Western Brook Pond was 3k long. This boat tour was 2.5 hrs. long. This tour I was pretty nervous about. It was extremely windy that day.
Very rough open waters.

This was the little tiny boat we were on. When we boarded I walked straight to the prow and never left.

A map of the route the boat took. All the way to the tip and back. Click on it to see it more clearly.

Must admit, we had awesome scenery. A bit hazy.

Once we away from the open waters, it was much calmer and I could relax. Never thought there would be that many boat tours or ferries on this trip.

It's hard to capture the height of these rocks.

This natural rock formation is in the shape of a face.

"The sea was rough that day my friend" Sorry kids-couldn't resist. ""Hokey He""

Towards the end of our trip, music was played. The theme song to "Gilligan's Island" was one of them. Very fitting with the strong winds we had.

Whatever picture Jennie is showing to Marcel must be very funny.

Safely back on land. And another 3 k walk back to our vehicles. We figured we deserved supper out after all that excitement. So, we ate in the town of Cow Head. After supper we stopped at a liquor store for some Nfld Screech.... The Screech story goes like this: Before liquor boards were created, Jamaican rum was a popular part of a Newfoundlanders diet, with salt fish traded to the West in exchange for rum. When the Government took control of the liquor business, it began selling the rum in unlabelled bottles. The product remained nameless until the American servicemen came to the Island during World War II. The commanding officer of the original detachment was having his first taste. The Newfoundlander downed his drink in one gulp, so the American did the same.. The American’s blood-curdling scream attracted alot of attention. An American sergeant who heard the sound from outside pounded his fist on the door and demanded to know, "What was that deafening screech?"
The Newfoundlander replied in true Newfie form, "Da Screech? ‘Tis the rum, me son."

Then off to a campground in Shallow Bay. Again self-registering, and dry camping. We are usually in bed by around 9.

8 more days of blogging to catch up on.

love Alida, Marcel, Peter, Immy and Jennie-/-Mom & Dad