by Donna Peckeological and archeological wonders draw tourists each summer to Newfoundlands Great Northern Peninsula. Red boulders from the earths mantle lay strewn across a vast plateau. Ancient cliffs rise 2,000 feet above a landlocked fjord. At the peninsulas tip, Leif Ericsons settlement was brought to light bychance. On a scenic 7-day adventure, my boyfriendand I discover a landscape that shares its stories with rare generosity.
After landing in Deer Lake, we head off to Gros Morne National Park. The lodging inside the park puts visitors in sync with the landscape. Red Mantle Lodge, a hillside aerie faces the bay and has aspacious deck. During our stay, its our favorite perch to watch clouds and relax after a full day of hiking.
Gros Morne National Park Hikes
Morning light falls on a barren wasteland of red boulders at the start of the Green Gardens hike. After a mile it abruptly descends through a coastal forest and out onto a wide meadow. Wild sheep graze above a rocky cove in the bucolic scene. The afternoon walk on the Tablelands trail gives me goosebumps. The ceaseless shaping of continents and oceans created a barren plateau of otherworldly beauty. In the absence of plants or animals, it exudes an eery presence.
We ooh and aah at the hanging valleys, waterfalls and 2,000-foot-high cliffs.
Our exertions over for the day, the dinner bell draws us to Trout River. People from all over the peninsula (and tourists in the know) come to the Seaside Restaurant to eat mussels, fresh-cracked crab and one-pound lobster. It is the prettiest pastelcolored village in the park. Flower pots brim with pink geraniums and craft shops display quilts and mittens in all colors of the rainbow.
Gros Morne National Park Sights Our escalating interest in Gros Mornes geologic wonders brings us north to Green Point. Huddled around a park ranger, we learn that the shale on the beach came from the bottom of the Iapetus Ocean. At Western Brook Pond the parks celebrated icon and IceAge attraction we cross a peat bog with insects buzzing in the scintillating afternoon sun. The lakeshore appears and we board an open-deck boat. Cruising slowly, the boat slipped through a notch in the rock wall and enters a landlocked fjord. We ooh and aah at the hanging valleys, waterfalls and 2,000- foot-high cliffs.
At the tip of the peninsula, Vikings landed 1,000 years ago, thrown off course by a fierce storm. According to an Icelandic saga, Leif Ericson drank the dew from the grass and declared it the sweetest he ever tasted. Inside a recreated turf house, a young self-styled Freya weaves cloth with a twig shuttle. In the dining hall, Bjorn, the navigator, strikes a flint box to kindle a fire and boasts of his heroic seamanship.
If you have Viking blood in your veins, you may welcome a few days cut off from civilization. On Quirpon Island, guests at the light keepers restored home frolic within sight and sound of the pounding North Atlantic.
Back on the mainland, our last stop is St. Lunaire-Griquet. At the Dark Tickle Company store, I purchase a miniature Inushuk, like the stone figures the Inuits erected to mark the way for fellow travelers. I treasure it as much as the stories of Newfoundlands long, eventful past.
Donna Peck is a San Francisco-based writer.
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