RV Trips: NL July 24

We were tucked in the woods last night, so I needed to walk a bit for this sunset view:

It poured rain all night and this morning, so a less-than-exciting start. We since we didn’t want to catch the “Dangerous Goods” ferry at 11:15 (not a safe sounding voyage), we drove around a bit north of Lewisporte and revisited one man`s colourful (though dull in the rain) tribute to life on the Bay of Exploits:

and another man`s lost ship:

The most interesting sign we saw was ``Watch for Vision Impaired Bike Rider”. Too many possibilities. And the strangest sight was a grader towing a pickup truck (both provincial vehicles, and it was on Loon Bay!). And we were struck again by the many old Salvation Army cemeteries (I guess I think of the Sally Ann as fairly new) along the way along with Pentecostal and Apostolic tabernacles.

We got to the ferry terminal and just missed the chance the get that 11:15 scary ferry. But we were the third for the 2:45. The time flew (in fact, we didn`t sail until 4:00) with great conversations with people milling around.

We talked a lot with Angus (and some with wife Laura) who told a great story. We discussed our Moose misses and noticed he had a Moose bobble head on his dash. We asked if that was for safety. He said that he had once set some rabbit snares and then headed away for a few days. When he got back and out to check the snares, there was this bobble head Moose in a snare. His buddies had placed it there and they all still laugh about the time Angus snared a Moose (and believe me, with his awesome Newfoundland accent, the story was hysterical!).

By the way, I just love being called me darlin` and my love and my dear!

We also met a couple from Toronto, and when he heard we were from near Peterborough, he asked if we knew of Pontypool. It seems his mom spent summers at a Jewish camp there. Neither of us had heard of this until we later Googled. Apparently, between 1919 and the late 1960`s, Pontypool (for friends not familiar, it`s a tiny town near us, almost deserted and hardly what one would see as a booming Jewish summer town) Jews from Toronto, mostly garment workers (as were this guy`s parents), went there. There was a seasonal synagogue as well. Amazing thing for me to research more when we get home.

Then there was Curtis and Clara, the Newfoundland dog, and Lily, the part Lab and part Newfoundland. Great dogs and nice guy who came here a year ago and now roasts coffee beans for a living!:

The ferry ride was great (and it was sunny). See, we`re still happy in Newfoundland:

Here are some pics of the voyage:

We got to the island, drove to Fogo, cruised a little more, took some photos (including a town view from the Marconi Site on the hill) and decided to stay in the Lions Club campground: