Issue 94



Spring 2015 » Issue 94

A pristine wilderness! I have been to Newfoundland three times and I would go back tomorrow morning.

Once the partying on George Street in St. John’s is finished, an endless expanse of mountains, fjords and lakes awaits you. On our last trip, we flew from St. John’s to the very top of the finger where the Vikings landed and, as far as I could see, where they settled, and then we rented a car. The food was magnificent and we had not gone anywhere yet.

The ocean is all around you, and rough, and beautiful, and a little windy at times. We meandered down highways that were carved out of the cliffs and the scenery was spectacular. We decided that we had to take a boat trip through the fiords to get a real feel for the land and we were not disappointed. Gros Morne Park made us feel as if we were in Norway and we were lost in the wonder of it all.

And we walked. And we met hundreds of the finest and friendliest people in the world who offered us everything they had, and more. The history, the little fishing communities at the end of dead-end roads and the unbelievable meals. These were memories to be repeated.

And we walked. That’s healthy – right? Perhaps you should read our article about taking care of your feet before you go.