Traveling through Newfoundland part 2.
Day 3: After spending an exciting, albeit dreary, two days traveling in Newfoundland it was time to move again. I had enjoyed my time on Fogo Island and I planned to make a few stops before catching the ferry back to the mainland.
I had wanted to climb the brimstone head, considered to be one of the four corners of the earth. It was so foggy the previous day that I didn't even realize I was staying right next to it. The weather had mercifully cleared and the sun was beginning to peek out for the first time since i'd been here, so I packed my gear for the long climb. It was an impressive climb marked by some close proximity to sheer cliff faces, not a climb for those afraid of heights.
Having conquered Brimstone I set out for the ferry and my next destination, the Bonavista peninsula. This was by far my most anticipated leg of the trip. The towns of Bonavista and Trinity were tops on my list of places to visit. I made my way along the coast stopping at many picturesque spots to spy an iceberg slowly drifting by.
Arriving at Bonavista was an eye opening experience. I had been hearing how bad the sea-ice was this year, but until I saw the scope of it I don't think I realized how big it truly was. I read that it was up to 50 miles wide in some spots, and it had brought the fishing trade to a halt. Boats simply couldn't get out.
These images really cant show the vastness of the ice, it seemingly stretched to the horizon, pulsating with the ocean currents, seeming alive.
After settling in to a great old bed and breakfast I set out to explore Bonavista. After spending a few days in the remoteness of Fogo, this seemed like a big city. My first stop was the Bonavista lighthouse, perched atop a cliff as most things in Newfoundland are. Almost as if on cue a very heavy fog rolled in and the horn began to sound at the lighthouse.
I turned in for the night looking forward to hitting the historic town of Trinity, sure to be a highlight of my trip.
Day 4: Rising early I headed down to a much welcomed breakfast. Chatting with the others staying there I learned a lot about Canada. Everyone I had met along the way were exceedingly friendly. Back on the road I headed for Trinity.
Its not often that you get to visit a place who's origins dates back to the 1500's, especially in North America. Trinity, however, is such a place. The centerpiece is the Anglican church, originally founded in 1730, built in its current form in the 1800's.
There is something special about being in a building this old. It's just brimming with the history of hundreds of years. The walls are lined with tributes to the hearty people that make this island their home
The craftsmanship is spectacular. A testament to the skill of the carpenters that it has stood the test of time.
And the cemetery a testament to those who have called this place home through the centuries.
Moving on I headed to the Skerwink trail, marked by high cliffs and stunning views. This three mile trek carries you over many types of varied terrain, and every turn seems to be a different world.
My final stop before staring the final leg of my journey was to try and find the Trinity loop, and abandoned amusement park in the wilderness. I had done some research and tried to pin down its location, but actually being there and finding it was a different task. Located down an unmarked gravel road, I was fortunate enough to find it. It was a pretty creepy experience.
I left the beauty of Trinity to return to St. Johns and hopefully get a little better weather for my last couple of days.
to be continued...