Donning our slickers and learning the tourist game
For the record, my lack of a planned itinerary means that I can leave the clock in storage, learn to read a map in depth and actually enjoy vacation. Today, we discovered the Baccalieu Trail. According to the GPS track, it went something like this.
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First indication that we’re in learning mode is that we visited three different railway themed museums today. The town hall in Whitbourne is located in a former rail depot, and in pouring rain our welcome seemed even warmer. No rush, just a chance to chat with some local people that were aware of the local history and proud of it.
After some road time, we came alongside the Avondale rail museum, also housed in a former station (similar to one I had lived in, ages ago). A tour from top to bottom, and again the clear air of pride in place and history from our guide.
Museum three was closed; our fault, given the time zone change that will leave us convinced that it’s earlier than we realize. No matter. The sun started to poke through the cloud cover, and so I found my camera.
The Baccalieu Trail winds alongside the ocean and birds are part of the show.
And, given the ocean temperature, fog is expected, from time to time.
Sometimes the fog doesn’t completely burn away, leaving traces…
Little that I’d read prepared my for the sheer quantity of landscape in Newfoundland. This is a big place. And not everything involves the sea. Sometimes, water just falls down in long graceful traces across that landscape.
