Heading to L'Anse aux Meadows

 We were a little slow to get moving this morning, but they were serving breakfast until the. Lily and I prowled and lounged around drinking coffee, but we had to wake Deb up about nine. Breakfast was bacon and eggs and toast and jam. It was a very large plate and took us some time to get through it.

We were told that dinner tonight would be salmon. so we had to be very careful that they understood that we would not be there for dinner. (Last night we told the hostess that we would not be there for dinner only to learn when we returned that they had prepared dinner for us anyway.)

Later that night were speaking to some other guests and we were informed that the dinners st this lodge were amazing, but we missed out. We wanted Newfie food.

On the way to L'Anse aux Meadows we had to sop for one more picture of the iceberg in St. Anthony's Bight. 

Within about twenty minutes we had stopped to take pictures of three moose.

A cow

A young buck

And an old buck.

This is not the most extreme example, but it does show how many of the spruce trees get thin and spindly at the top, but many have tufts of growth at the top.

On many of the roads around here we have seen many fenced garden plots. They seem to be in the middle of nowhere. Today we got around to asking a waitress about them. Now we know that many of these plots have been tilled by the same family for generations. If someone new wants a plot, all they have to do is select a spot, build a fence and till the ground. The soil is incredibly black peat moss. On public land they can just squat .... forever.

We pulled into a little lane just to turn around. This moose just watched as we stopped and took pictures. Then he casually went back to his eating.

In many places we found large piles of wood beside the road. Our waitress (same one) told us that each was the winter supply for one home. They do need a permit, but then they simply cut the wood in the early spring. They stack it and leave it to dry over the summer. When they do find that they need heat they simply go and get what they need. The piles are replenished next year. They do not pay for the wood, but cut it from public land. Each pile has a permit number posted with it and apparently nobody will disturb your pile throughout the year.

We stopped to suss out the restaurant where we planned to have dinner. It was low tide.

This little dock was in front of the restaurant.