May 30 - Corner Brook and Gros Morne, Newfoundland & Labrador

Whilst at the bed and breakfast in Port Aux Basques I met Cyrus, a salesman from Corner Brook. Last night I gave him a call and we arranged to head up to Gros Morne together. He would drop in on a client and then we can drive around the National Park.

Cyrus arrived at the Valley Mall where I was waiting sipping on hot chocolate. The weather outside was a lot cooler than yesterday and a warm drink was a welcome refreshment.

It didn’t take long before we were on the Trans Canada Highway heading north out of the city. Passing the city limits the mountains began to rise from the Humber River as the road made its way gently around the mountainside leading to Marble Mountain.

Marble Mountain is where the Canadian music station Much Music hosted it’s 2002 Snow Job back in March. I first heard about Newfoundland’s premier ski resort, Marble Mountain and Corner Brook from this event. We drove past the ski mountain, which had some snow still remaining on the lower slopes, but a lot less than from when it was on the TV.

Leaving the highway at Deer Lake and heading west into the National Park we spotted 3 moose on the side of the road. Stopping in the mist covered valley Cyrus and I had a closer look at the normally shy animals. They were not bothered by our presence in the slightest.

Driving on moose began to become more and more common. The mist in the valley and the fog coming off Bonne Bay in the Atlantic Ocean was becoming equally common. We drove along the parkway through the southern park of Gros Morne. The thickening fog was making anything off the road difficult to see. The road itself and most of the valley was easy enough to see but the mountaintops were drenched in a damp grey curtain.

Stopping to view Norris Point briefly from the side of the road I could see the true spectacle of the area. Fjords not far from sight and the mountains rising high out of the ocean and into the fog. Norris Point, a small community on the edge of a bay, was where Cyrus had to meet his client. We drove down to the small harbour first of all to see where the old ferry used to come in. The cool, yet not cold, damp air meant the few streets were as good as deserted.

On returning to the car we were greeted with an unusual clicking sound. Fortunately this was just a shortage of oil, which was easily available from the town gas station. Probably the only one for miles.

The PharmaSave pharmacy and what seemed to be a general store had just been built on the edge of the town on the way back to the main parkway. We stopped for a few minutes while Cyrus talked with his client before heading back up the hill.

As we traced our route back towards the Trans Canada Highway we pulled up for a chance of another view over a fog-surrounded mountain lake amongst thousands of conifers. The moose still stood on each side of the highway and as we came down towards the edge of the park a below a “Warning Moose Collision Area” sign stood a male moose, posing for the almost comical scene.

A few kilometres down the highway between Gros Morne and Deer Lake we pulled off the road down a sharp turn and into a little community of lake side cabins. At the end of the road made my constant four wheel drive vehicle travel was a cabin that had clearly been added to and modified endlessly over the years. Around the back turning soil we found Cyrus’s father-in-law.

We were both warmly welcomed into the Cabin where Cyrus’s mother-in-law was cooking some of the freshly collected vegetables from the garden. It was nice to sit and chat with them for a while.

Further down the road we stopped again at Cyrus’s father’s cabin. Both of these cabins were refuges from their normal homes in the city. This more elegantly constructed cabin sported a view across a large lake from its balcony and deck.

Back on the highway the rain began to come down in torrents. The visibility was minimal and the noise on the windscreen was incredible. This intense weather would suddenly stop and return to the overcast but bright weather before opening up with another waterfall just a few minutes later.

Corner Brook was damp but not raining when we arrived at Cyrus’s home. Another warm welcome from his family waited along with a delicious home cooked meal. I sat and chatted with Cyrus, his wife and two children until it began to get dark.

Not long after getting back to the bed and breakfast thunder and lightening began. The first strike hit the funeral home directly across the intersection that shook the house and resulted in a deafening bang. Fortunately only the power was knocked out and no one in the funeral home were hurt. Hmmmm… perhaps that is a bad pun.

Related Pages

Travel Guide - Newfoundland and Labrador
Travel Guide - Corner Brook
Photographs of Corner Brook

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