Finally getting to the last of our Newfoundland pictures. There were too many to choose from. Upon reflection, both Jordan and I agreed that our favorite time spent in Newfoundland was down in the little cove on the ocean where the waves rolled in. We spent hours down there throwing rocks or sitting on a rock in the warm sun listening to the rhythmic beating of the waves as they crashed up against the rocks and threw sea spray into the air. Or watching the water swirl in around us and lap at our toes. It was all very mesmerizing. Something I don't think I will ever tire of.
Despite the relentless crashing of waves along it's shorelines, those dark jagged rocks remain impervious to their pounding, refusing to be ground smooth. The trees, which measure their annual growth period in days, are short and stunted despite being decades (or more) of years old and are windswept in one direction with branches often on one side. Many places scarcely have grass. The ground cover is blueberry bramble and partridge berry bushes which turn a deep garnet red/purple colour in the fall. Who would have thought so many blueberries grew in Newfoundland? The entire province is covered in bushes!
These are the partridge berries. They were delicious!! We bought some jam, but nothing was quite like the one at the Fishers Loft, I must say! I just might have to contact them and see if they'll ship a bottle.
The newlyweds!!
One of our last days in Newfoundland, we drove up to Bonavista to see the most spectacular scenery and some of the most rugged, rough-looking rocks. We felt so lucky to have yet another gorgeous day there before we flew out in the rain and fog the next day.
And that's the last of Newfoundland for us this time around. "We love thee, Newfoundland!"
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