Bonavista
From Twillingate, we drove to Bonavista and stayed at Paradise Farm RV Park. Again, another back in and again, we had some trouble because this time we had to jackknife and back down a hill without enough turning radius for the truck. We did it and unhooked. Paradise Farm RV Park is a very pretty spot up next to a large pond.
We drove to Elliston to see the root cellars and the puffins. Good thing we had unhooked and not dragged our 5th wheel behind us. It would have been shaken to bits. What a bad road. So many large potholes to dodge. A lot of the roads in Newfoundland are like that, including the one we took to Bonavista. Don hates them and everything in the Rig gets shaken about. The couch walks across the floor along with the table and chairs. We have learned to make sure the fridge latch is clicked after one very bad experience. 🙂 On the drive to Bonavista with the rig, one of the cabinets over the couch popped open and everything fell into a box that was behind the chairs. Weird that it all landed in the box. Nothing was broken and it was an easy cleanup.
Elliston is a very quaint village with very narrow streets. It was really difficult to find the puffin cliff and the first fellow we asked for directions sent us in the wrong direction. However, we eventually found the info centre by accident and then we found the root cellars and the puffins. While at the info centre, we met a couple from Quesnel.
We had a nice chat with the old fellow who was pointing people to the puffin walk. He told us to do the scenic 5 minute drive to Maberly and along the way are all the root cellars. Afterwards, we headed back to Bonavista by a different road and drove out to Cape Bonavista and the lighthouse.
We searched for a gas station that sold diesel and finally found one. The gas stations either don’t have diesel or have hidden the pump behind the building. There usually are no signs saying diesel. You have to be a real detective. We are also finding that the signs are place right at the entrance to places, not allowing any warning time to slow down.
I have to add that when we got up in the morning to walk Lucy and hook up, when I opened the door, stepped out and then turned to close it, I had the shock of my life. It was like an Alfred Hitchcock movie. The outside of the rig was covered with mashed gnats. Don’t ask me how they got there. Maybe the wind blew them into the rig. Maybe they flew into it at night when we had the lights on. Who knows but it was creepy!
Again pics to come when I get better wifi.
