Understand Newfoundland (hint: that’s how to pronounce it)

Whales, icebergs and Vikings all a-half-an-hour late out in The North Atlantic, but what else did we find in Newfoundland?

Magnificent vistas, mountains that rise right out of the sea, the freshest seafood imaginable, and the friendliest people anywhere in the world.

Join us as we explore this unique land on the edge of the continent by boat, motorhome, foot, and ATV… CONTINUE READING >> 

Whales, icebergs and Vikings all a-half-an-hour late out in The North Atlantic, but what else did we find in Newfoundland?

Magnificent vistas, mountains that rise right out of the sea, the freshest seafood imaginable, and the friendliest people anywhere in the world.

Join us as we explore this unique land on the edge of the continent by boat, motorhome, foot, and ATV… CONTINUE READING >> 

A Newfoundland Pirate’s Life for Me

On our way north from Port aux Basques, we stopped off at Pirate’s Haven, in the tiny west coast town of Robinsons, where Paul and Ruth Gale took us on the ATV ride of our lives… CONTINUE READING >> 

On our way north from Port aux Basques, we stopped off at Pirate’s Haven, in the tiny west coast town of Robinsons, where Paul and Ruth Gale took us on the ATV ride of our lives… CONTINUE READING >> 

I’m Sick and Tired of the Moose-cuses!

I’m convinced it’s a conspiracy.

I’ve spent quite a bit of time in “moose”-laden territory over the past few years. In these areas, I’ve seen quite a few “moose.”

Startled looking heads mounted over fireplaces, taxidermic atrocities in front of campy places of business, bronzed statues in public squares, and souvenir store mugs, tees, and shot glasses with cartoon “moose” in a plethora of wacky situations giving all sorts of North Woodsy advice.

Never, EVER have I seen one in real life.

Until recently, I was a believer in the myth of the “moose,” but … CONTINUE READING >>

 

I’m convinced it’s a conspiracy.

I’ve spent quite a bit of time in “moose”-laden territory over the past few years. In these areas, I’ve seen quite a few “moose.”

Startled looking heads mounted over fireplaces, taxidermic atrocities in front of campy places of business, bronzed statues in public squares, and souvenir store mugs, tees, and shot glasses with cartoon “moose” in a plethora of wacky situations giving all sorts of North Woodsy advice.

Never, EVER have I seen one in real life.

Until recently, I was a believer in the myth of the “moose,” but … CONTINUE READING >>