After purchasing this page (and before setting anything up) We were on our way to Newfoundland. We had a major client asking for a multi - day job that spanned the west coast all the way up to the northern peninsula.
We cut through Quebec and took the ferry to Port aux Basques, arrived in good time and headed for the park. We were lucky to spend several nights In Gros Morne National park which is a heritage site that wraps around several towns making it one of the prettiest places to live in Canada.
Thanks to our client and some cold calling our one job snowballed into a full months worth of work. As we traveled the coast everyone we met seemed to know the last 3 people we spoke too so by the time we arrived in L'Anse aux Meadows we were running into the same tourists anywhere we went.
I met a couple on holiday, the husband was a photographer and was playing with old film cameras on the trip for fun and asked me to take a photo of them on a windy cliff looking over the Viking settlement at the ocean's edge. We ran into each other the same week at least twice more.
We were lucky that a room was available for us to stay at the northernmost point on the island at Quirpon (pronounced like Harpoon with a Q) lighthouse. The old lighthouse is on a small island just off the mainland facing out into the ocean with more icebergs and whales than people. When you step out the back you can hear the whales blowing as clear as the wind when the sun goes down.
The owner has parking available at the dock and a boat takes the guests across each day. The Lighthouse hires real Newfoundlanders to make authentic Newfie food for the guests. Everyone sits around a big table together and the liquor is set up on an honor system you pay for at the end of your stay. One night after dinner I went looking for a fox which I'll write a whole post about later. The photo is me on the island out looking.
The area is sparsely populated even for Newfoundland but has some of the best seafood in the country and everyone will wave to you... though it might just be a come home year.
A few days passed and we headed to St. Anthony, the biggest city in the north. At the cove we found The Great Viking feast longhouse and after a chat they invited us to stay for an actual feast and convened court. The Jarl invited us to stay at his home which says miles about how hospitable they are.
The next day Our host found us a boat to go looking for icebergs and local wildlife. The Captain had been watching a nest of eagles for a while and got us as close as possible from the water which was calm enough to get some steady shooting. Neither of them asked for or accepted any payment. The locals didn't believe it but we hardly saw any moose at all
The locals didn't believe it but we had hardly seen any moose at all despite Newfoundland being known for heavy moose populations. I literally went out driving up and down the highway just looking for them and everyone else saw 10 in the same time.