The road north from Gros Morne is named the Viking Highway, and it's easy to imagine the Norse boats coming ashore at many places. The road is just at the coastline much of the way, and to the east, scenery and fall colors abound.
Our geology stop on the trip was at Arches Provincial Park, aptly named.
That would be Allen in silhouette.
Our day's destination was Raleigh, a small fishing village on Burnt Cape, at the northernmost portion of Newfoundland. Our "good" weather was gone, replaced by the 40's, both temps and winds, plus fog.
We arrived at Burnt Cape Cabins to find our luxurious (real beds! a bathroom! washer and dryer! heat!) cabin wasn't ready due to some miscommunication. We were immediately put in an adjacent cabin, comfy, warm, to wait for ours to be ready, then our hosts offered to cook dinner for us, our choice of Newfoundland cuisine. Allen chose moose tenderloin, culled from a moose the owner's dad killed the week before (one moose per year per license is the limit), prepared like a Philly cheesesteak. I got freshly made salmon/cod chowder, and both were simply wonderful. Marina and Ted sat down with us to chat and entertain, and it all made for a wonderful evening. And at the end of it....clean clothes!!
Marina's mom knits socks for sale - $15 a pair; I bought five pairs, one for me, below, in Finnish flag colors, and four for friends. Thanks to my mom, I know how much skill and time goes into making a single pair, and these are waaaay underpriced.
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