Wayward Newlyweds – Day 21: Fortune/St. Pierre, France

Will they let us in?

We got up a bit late. But we were on the road by about 10:30pm. We didn’t have any new responses from accommodations, but we figured we will go anyway.

This drive has become the front runner for most beautiful. The center of Newfoundland is absolutely gorgeous. It is rolling plains, strewn with rocks and little pools and marshland. There are still stubby spindly trees, but most of it is open plains, but rock strewn. The area called to my pagan soul to just find a convenient rock by a pond and commune with the world. I reveled in the sights around me, and thanked the weather gods that were giving us the truly magical weather we were having. It was a solid 300 km of pure Canadian beauty. I can now say the country we live in is absolutely spectacular from coast to coast.

We made it to Fortune in good time for the ferry. We found the tourist info center and figured our where we could park. We ended up chatting with a tourism liaison for St Pierre, and he told us there was absolutely no accommodation space left on the island. I was freaking out a bit, but Dodd then asked if we could camp, and the guy said that yes camping was allowed anywhere on the island! So, we did some quick repacking and got the tent that my dad insisted we bring, and a few other bits into my duffel bag and got on the ferry.

The ride was very nice, if a bit rolly polly. We saw some very interesting birds that we eventually decided were some sort of Auk (puffin cousin, but not actually puffins). We got to port in lovely sunshine. It was rather quiet. We were both hungry so we started looking for food. We ended up slightly lost in a residential area. Found a bar, that we assumed would be more of a pub, but not so much. We definitely had one of those ‘open the door and everything goes quiet because weird people have walked in’ moments. We turned out of there pretty quickly. Eventually we found a fired chicken and fires place. Food in hand we made our way to a look out point which the liaison said could lead to some good camping spots. By then there was some serious fog rolling in, and it was getting chilly. We had our chicken at the look out, which we couldn’t see much from because of the fog. We tromped around for about an hour and we found a pretty good spot if a little windy…ahem, a lot windy. We had an adventure getting the tent up, but we did it, and crawled in and had a fun little night on the ground layered in lots of clothes and snuggled up close together, mostly because we hadn’t thought a sleeping bag would be necessary…oops…It was not the worst night I have had, and it sure made for a great story!

Cheers

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