Left Witless Bay in early morning, sadly bidding farewell to our B&B sooner than we would have liked. We headed west on our long trek back across the island, bound for Gros Morne National Park in all it's glory.
Let's talk about moose for a minute, shall we? Yes, Newfoundland's got a LOT of 'em.....some say more moose than people these days. Though not indigenous to the island, the four (count 'em, FOUR) mooseses they introduced from Cape Breton in 1904 apparently liked what they saw....perfect habitat and the absence of natural predators. Mmmmm, yiss b'y.
Actually far fewer fatalities than our last visit!
They take their moose detection quite seriously
See what I mean?
Luckily didn't actually SEE any moose in our eight hour drive westward. No offence to the majestic beasts, but the Juke is not exactly built for interactions with ungulates. After a quick grocery stop in Deer Lake, we wound our way into the rugged hills of Gros Morne, and selected our favourite Lomond campground. With a somewhat damp tent still in a garbage bag from the foggy Harbour Breton pack-up, we got set up by mid-afternoon in the hopes of drying out.....but I sure don't like the looks of those grey clouds rolling down the inlet.....
Gros Morne - Lomond campsite #20
Daisy Juke takes a well-earned rest
The place to ourselves!
Best seats in the house
Airing out the camping equipment
Welcome/Bienvenue!
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Stunning view at that campsite, clouds or no clouds.
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