This land is your land, this land is my land...

Because it is our fortieth wedding anniversary and because we live in the province next to Newfoundland but have never laid eyes upon that great land and because our friends from the West Coast, Jerry and Lisa Reimer were visiting their daughter in Holyrood, Lou and I decided to take abit of an adventure trip to Newfoundland.

After a five hour journey from East Lawrencetown, we arrived in North Sydney, N.S. where we boarded the ferry in the picture.

The ferry ride is approximately six to seven hours long. The spot in the middle of this picture is a humpback whale. There were many whales enjoying the sunshine that day.

Jerry and Lisa are proud grandparents to Maisy and Alfie. It was fun to see them and to be part of the excitement of that family.

Every day we did some hiking or walking. This pond is close to our friends' house in Holyrood, about 50 km. from St. John's. We noted that the Newfies identify most of their lakes as ponds.


As we stood on Signal Hill this is a harbourview.

Signal Hill tower where the first radio waves were transmitted by Marconi.

The point at which Terry Fox began his epic and courageous journey across Canada. (Jerry, Lisa enjoyed the day with us).

Icebergs float into some of the bays...as seen here at Bay Bulls, south of St. John's. They really are quite spectacular.

Cape Spear is the most easterly point in Canada. The views were phenomenal.

Gros Morne National Park was our destination point on Saturday. In a distance of approximately 20 kilometres we saw six moose. Here is one.

Sunday was foggy, and a little rainy. We were unable to see the mountain tops and the fjords that have made the park famous. However, this is a picture of what was behind the fog. Just like in all of our lives, there is something bigger, very much a part of the dynamics of the "picture", that we cannot see.

I have come to like fog. It forces us to check out the closer, the small details of things around us. And so it was on Sunday.