Twillingate – A Whale of a Time
On August 4th, we reluctantly left Gros Morne Park. I could have spent much more time there and was sad to be leaving. We drove to Twillingate and found the RV park. Again, another back in. This one was more difficult because we had limited maneuvering space and we had to back in between very large trees. A fellow RVer came over and helped because I couldn’t be in both mirrors at the same time. We did it but it did take a bit of time. It was a lovely spot close to the ocean where I could take Lucy up a hill and then we sat on a bench at the top and drank in the view. For some reason I am finding the Atlantic Ocean to smell differently from the Pacific Ocean. The Atlantic Ocean smells briny to me where the Pacific smells like seaweed. I don’t think I am alone in that.
In the evening we took a drive around the area and accidentally drove up to a lighthouse that was perched up at the top of a cliff. I have some photos of it that I took from the ocean looking up but I had forgotten my camera so didn’t get any pics from the land side looking down. I booked a boat tour for the next morning.
When we woke up, it was drizzly and foggy. We weren’t sure if the boat trip would still go but packed up our rain gear and headed off to the boat. As we were standing on the wharf, it suddenly cleared off. Amazing! Captain Cecil took us out the bay and found the humpback whales fishing. Lots of great photos. I learned to put my camera in sports mode so that it would snap a pic every few seconds and that’s the only way I could capture them. We would have been happy even if we hadn’t seen whales. It was just great to be out on the water. The boat passed by the tall cliffs with the lighthouse.
Twillingate is also a special spot. Lots of older homes. Everyone is putting vinyl siding on their houses and removing the clapboard. It changes the look to something more cosmopolitan and seems to take away a lot of the charm.
We were really craving a restaurant meal for some reason so decided to risk it again. Off we went to a “home style” restaurant. Looking at the menu, there really wasn’t anything for me again, not even salad and when I explained my seafood allergy, they told me they couldn’t guarantee that there would be no cross contamination because they spread the shrimp out on the counter to repackage into meal portions. Guess what I had for dinner. Dessert. A lovely huge piece of chocolate eruption cake. Because I haven’t been eating that much dessert on this trip, I couldn’t eat very much of it and Don had to finish it off after his hot turkey sandwich, complete with dressing.
Pics to come later.
