It was one of those mornings where it was difficult to crawl out of bed. A cover a clouds and patches of rainfall greeted me as I packed up my tent. I began to drive down the path that exited the campground where I decided I’d make a quick stop at the office to say a farewell to park ranger Jim. I was glad I did so, his cheerful face and friendly personality brought light to a cloudy morning. As I was leaving he gave me an old park ranger badge as a souvenir, a kind gesture I appreciated.
Before heading south along the coast I stopped in the town of Saint Austin to grab some food and supplies. Having restocked on the goods, with a full belly and a hot coffee in my hand, I set off on the roads before me heading south towards Gros Morne National Park.
Cloudy skies accompanied me the entire day, the rain briefly stopping only to return again once more. Being that the roads took me along much of the coast, I made plenty of stops for a jaunt along the rocky shores.
For some reason I found myself feeling lonely, perhaps it was the weather affecting my mood or I’d been missing friends I hadn’t seen in a while. I stopped quite a bit to just sit there in my car listening to the rain falling down upon it.
The drive was hazardous at times. A beaten up road with potholes full of water made it difficult to navigate through the potential car damaging dips. With rainfall and thick fog getting worse, the roads were becoming increasingly dangerous. Dusk had arrived and I knew the moose would soon be out, an added obstacle to an already treacherous route. Due to this I decided to call it for the evening, continuing my drive south in the morning. I stopped at a campsite I’d seen along the way where I got myself settled in. With the trees swaying back and forth in the wind around me I brought out a book and managed to get some decent reading in before passing out.
