Day 68
After a quiet night at the Farm, we headed into Roddickton to find a grocery for a few things we did not find in St. Anthony. We knew there was a Foodland but we could not find it. We stopped at the post office and asked directions. The postal clerk told us she was not good with directions but got us in the general direction and told us the Foodland was hidden behind a big white building. Well, turns out the big white building is the Foodland and happens to have a paint store sign on it and no “Foodland” or other sign indicating it’s a grocery. I guess locals know where it is and tourists don’t go to grocery stores. We depart and headed to St. Barbe where we take the ferry tomorrow to Labrador. The Highway 432 to the west was awful and the caution potholes ahead sign was a gross understatement. Approximately 33 miles of dodging potholes and bouncing around. Fortunately, not much traffic so I had 2 lanes to maneuver within. We checked into St. Barbe RV Park right next to the ferry terminal but have a spot with no services as the park is jammed full with a caravan of 23 coaches going on the same day trip as we are to Labrador. So crowded that extension cords from other coaches are running through every window of the campground building. We are fine without services but we do enjoy the campground’s good wifi from our coach - good enough to upload blog photos!
Day 67
Morning grocery shopping in St. Anthony before we depart since this is the last town of any size (relatively speaking) for about a week. Our return to the campground brought us news that our first granddaughter (third grandchild) had arrived, Talia Lauren. We departed for Roddickton and on the way stopped at the Underground Salmon Pool. This is the only place in the world where salmon swim in a river that goes underground to reach their spawning grounds. We hiked several trails to view the caves where the river goes underground in a few different places. We did not see any salmon except for the about 3 pounder that a fisherman had caught a bit upriver where fishing is allowed. Upon arriving in Roddickton, we stopped at the Green Moose Interpretation Center and did the muddy pond trail where we did see schools of trout, a cousin of the salmon. The fellow at the center told us about Farm Park, a town park, and suggested we could park the coach there overnight. He gave us directions which we followed until the pavement ended in front of a dirt road with many big potholes staring at us. Even the pavement we were on was only just wide enough for the coach and we stopped there pondering what to do as trying to turn around would be a challenge. Just then a police car pulled up behind us. We explained our situation and fortunately, he was there to handle another situation and asked us to wait. When he was done informing a 12 year old on a dirt motorbike that he could not ride on park land without the bike being registered and insured, he returned to us and offered me a ride in his car to view the road and the park. We had a very pleasant conversation about Canada and Roddickton which he said was quite a bit warmer than his former place of residence, Manitoba. Hard for me to believe we were in the warmer part of Canada. I decided the coach could make it and we could spend the night. The officer assured me it would be okay to stay overnight and that if anyone should complain, he would be the one who received the complaint. We took it slow and bounced a bit but we had a great spot with a great waterfront view and best of all, no other people around. See the photo out our front window (the one showing the windshield wipers). We hiked a trail and cooked a scallop dinner with lots of other goodies.
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