Gander took in thousands of air travelers stranded on 9/11 and made them as comfortable as they could – opened their homes, made meals – all on a moments notice. They gave from their hearts without expecting or wanting anything in return. This felt like a town of nice people!
We stopped at a very interesting aeronautical museum and learned about the role Gander played in the development of transatlantic air travel.
Dinner at the Bistro on Roe was terrific and we loved having Brian and Will with us to celebrate (although I had actually forgotten to invite them to come along.)
Next stop was Blow Me Down Provincial Park. The name comes from the Blomidon Mountains. (You can get a little sense of Newfoundland speak from this “translation.”) It was a beautiful area with only small coastal villages and a cove with a fabulous sunset.
I took so many photos, I finally had to make Alan choose his favorites.
Tucker even anjoyed a romp on the beach in the setting sun.
Our last stop in Newfoundland was Cheeseman Provincial Park, near Port aux Basque where we would get the ferry for our return to Nova Scotia. I may post a picture or two from here later … this post is already too big!
As I write this, we are in Nova Scotia at Caribou-Pictou Provincial Park. We will be heading across the Confederation Bridge to Prince Edward Island today. It looks like we will make it home to Texas by the end of September or very early in October. I'm looking forward to seeing all my friends again! Miss you all!