A Slight Deviation : Howley to Gros Morne National Park
Have you ever gotten to the end of a day, and wondered how on earth you got to where you are? How you could ever be so unexpectedly lucky? For us today certainly begs the question - how many amazing things can happen in one day? We had a bit of a late start out of Howley this morning, because we waited until the Trapper's Lounge opened for breakfast before setting out. As we were enjoying coffee, scrambled eggs, toast, and hash browns we were chatting with the owner of the restaurant. Heading west out of Howley meant that we said goodbye to central Newfoundland, and hello to the western portion of The Rock. She described the island as having two parts - that the culture, art, and fancy restaurants were in the east, but that the west was Newfoundland's playground. I guess we will find out! As we headed out of the small community of Howley, we passed a memorial garden commemorating the release of the first moose on the island in 1904. Apparently moose were int