Final Recap PART 2/3

Because it was too long a drive to Burgeo on the south coast, to handle in one shot,  we spent one night in Deer Lake. The road to Burgeo may have more potholes than any other road in Canada. I haven't seen every other road in Canada but this would still be a safe bet to make. If I had a tendency to have car sickness, it would have been ball game over because Michael was all over the road zig zagging to save the car's suspension.

There is a provincial park in Burgeo that is the only location in Newfoundland, that has miles of natural soft white beaches.

That alone would be reason enough to visit. Another reason would be to visit one of the numerous outports. We took a small ferry

to the island of Ramea.

I wish that we had allotted a night to stay over. Didn't bother to take the car, but not quite enough time to walk over the entire island on our day trip.

The BnB in Burgeo was another happy surprise, except for the stairs, that were present, both inside and outside the home.

This is where I learned how to change my packing habits, only taking in one large tote that contained what I needed to survive for a few days. Not easy for someone who is not, a light packer.  

We spent one entire day, not doing very much, catching up on correspondence, recuperating from our first 3 weeks on the road....just taking advantage of a light drizzle to keep us mainly inside .

And then, back north on the same highway, past Deer Lake, to King's Point, another scenic little town.

After a couple of nights, continuing north east, to the town of Cottlesville, just outside of Twillingate.

About this time, I began to catch on, that if you ordered any type of potato as a side dish, a double portion of taters would be served.

It didn't take too long to get to Fogo Island, although it did mean taking anither ferry. Our BnB was a teeny weeny cottage abutting the water and I adored everything about this place. It probably didn't hurt that this would be the first instance that I had no choice, but to shed my jacket. It was hot!

But it was also, at times, SO windy, that I was uncertain that I would NOT be blown off a mountain top.

I was making a solo trip up this trail, and I had concerned hikers wait to accompany me back down again because it was just THAT windy.

It was a fairly long drive to Bonavista.

I now have access to Michael's pictures and he was able to take some long distance shots that I was unable to take with my cell phone.

    Guess, we've figured out my favorite     animal!

When we were done at Bonavista, we had another long drive to Grand Bank, just across the waters from St. Pierre de Miquelon. What am I saying? They were almost ALL long drives.

Here, we stayed at a gorgeous BnB  amidst magnificent floral gardens.

We visited a fisheries museum

and a museum dedicated to miners who had heroically rescued American sailors during WWII. 

In the nearby tiny town of Burin, we unexpectedly enjoyed a fabulous brisket dinner. .

On this Peninsula, we didn't always get to enjoy the views because of the pea soupy fog.

The last place we visited on the peninsula, was an antique car museum. I think that this place would make even Jay Leno drool.

But no food on the premises, so I was given a ride to a food truck. Otherwise, I could have starved to death. Afterall, I probably hadn't eaten for 2 hours.

From here, we could have proceeded straight to St. John's but instead, we stopped an hour before, at Dildo.