Museum quality mysteries
I’d hoped for more traffic, but our night beside the airport in Gander proved to be a quiet one. Not even a whisper on HF (need a better antenna for travel times).
This was a busy spot during WW2 and although we skipped the museum before returning to the highway, interest overcame avoidance when we came abreast of Botwood. I’d read the Ken Follett novel, Night Over Water, so an occasion to learn some history was a vacation moment. There isn’t a real Pan-Am Clipper onsite, but I’m easily satisfied by artifacts,
In passing, there is a co-located museum where these two treasures left my jaw hanging low.
Part of the draw when travelling by map is the mystery behind a place name. We made a detour to see La Scie.
Alas, the mystery escapes me. An industrious community; one that could be found anywhere in the Atlatic provinces where sea and shore and shipping intersect. Not worth the extra hours we spent coming and going.
And so you ask,where are we? A map.
There were more moose, though. We’d been warned: government signs mention 660 moose-car meets in the last year. Spotting two different “big fellas” just beside the car along the TCH in early afternoon was an alarm call.
To find a meal in Deer Lake, we put the challenge to my smaller GPS. Good (enough) meal, but getting there involved driving in a spiral trajectory. Each time, a new ‘What on earth!” experience.
And so, with a full tank of gas and tummies, we headed off to new sights, creeping under cover of darkness into the Gros Morne National Park area.
