We thought we were finished our touring, but we still had a five hour drive to get to Deer Lake. We programmed the GPS to lengthen the trip and we stopped regularly to have a look around. Shortly after we began, we saw another moose beside the road. Then a caribou ran in front of the truck that was in front of us. He must have scared himself because he didn't stick around for a picture.
We have been seeing these wagons on skids from time to time. Being somewhat logical we thought that they must be waiting around for the winter to carry the wood to the fire.
This one had two pairs of skis so I imagine it would ride more slowly over the rough terrain. Then we saw one that was hooked to a four-wheeled ATV. It was loaded with something in a large plastic tub and was bouncing along a dirt track. There are dirt tracks everywhere, for ATVs and for snowmobiles. These wagons could obviously be towed be either machines, at any time of the year.
Lily was looking at a map and realized that we were riding beside Labrador. The water is not the Atlantic, nor is it the Gulf of Saint Lawrence. It is the Strait of Belle Isle, which separates Newfoundland from the mainland. You can make out a coastline over there and it is Labrador.
From a slightly different spot we could make out a more significant section of Labrador. The map said that we were directly across from a small town, but I couldn't make out that much detail.
This garden seemed to be located behind someone's house. Obviously they are not all on public land. So far the only thing growing is rhubarb, which is not a root vegetable.
Of course there were still many piles of firewood.
The backbone of this peninsula is the Appalachian Mountains. Notice the black veins in the face of this cliff.
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