After dropping my mom off at the airport in Gander, I headed up to Twillingate in search of icebergs. No icebergs (yet...I'm still hoping that since I'm headed north from here I still have a good chance of a sighting), but what a great spot.
Overheard, from one tourist to another: "Have you ever seen so much rock in your life?!?"
Walked the rock below Long Point lighthouse, with the sounds of wind and waves joined by the foghorn that sounds and then echoes off unseen outcrops. No one else around.
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