Even though I still have a good amount of gas, I decided to fill up my tank. I also need to get more water to be on the safe side.
I figure I will ask the man at the gas station about any health facilities in the area. It turns out that I am in the direction of one at Norris Point. He also gives me a health support phone number. I am trying to avoid visiting the ER if I can, but even the conversation with the nurse leaves me with no choice.
It is a small hospital, and on a Sunday afternoon, it is quiet. In less than an hour, I am out with a prescription for an antibiotic.
It is time to check into my campsite at Berry Hill.
At this point, I am Googling for other words to describe this mind-blowing landscape. My drive through Gros Morne is spectacular. Okay, it should be illegal for a place to be so beautiful.
Having electricity is a luxury! I can run my small heater and enjoy a warm space. I can charge all my devices (toothbrush, Kindle, etc.). If needed, I can blast my heated blanket. Life is good!
Good morning, another rainy day. Come on...
Don't get grossed out, but I need to get better and fast, so breakfast is scrambled eggs, rice, and almond milk blended to a liquid form. It's definitely not the ideal breakfast.
After picking up my medication, I find a small and charming café where I can sit with a few cups of tea and use the Wi-Fi. The food at The Old Stone Café makes me hungry, and I wish I could indulge in a cup of soup, but I can't. I must stick to my plan to get better as fast as possible.
I sit for a few hours, resting while writing.
I can plan as much as I can; however, we all know there is a time in life when our song might be out of tune.
This morning, the sun almost gets a chance to shine through, but the heavy clouds are too much for my gentle, warm sun. Maybe tomorrow.
I push one plan that I truly do not want to give up: the Western Brook Pond Tour. I already paid for this, and the tour goes on rain or shine.
It is raining again, so I stop at the side of the road to rest for now. My tour is at 3:00. Luckily, the rain stops in time for my boat tour, and I will take that blessing with open arms.
None of my pictures capture the fjord's rugged, raw, and beyond-stunning beauty. Even the heavy clouds can't hide the dramatic cliffs and the many waterfalls that find their way down the ancient rocks. You can feel the magic of this place at every corner.
From Google: Western Brook Pond is a Canadian fjord located in Gros Morne National Park on the west coast of the island of Newfoundland. It is in the Long Range Mountains, the most northern section of the Appalachian Mountains.
By the time I return to my car, it is time to continue traveling north and find my place for tonight. Since I finally have cell service, I check to see what my options are on iOverlander. Three Mile Rock sounds like a good option.
It is a small dirt road parking lot with many puddles. There is only one van parked in one corner. I find my spot, set up my car for the night, and go out for some fresh air and enjoy the view. I sit on the bench, praying to anyone who will listen (God, my mom, the universe) to help me regain my health.
I hear the van door open behind me. A lady comes toward me. I stand up and walk to say hello.
Beth and Dave are from Ontario and crossed from Labrador to Newfoundland. As the temperature drops, we move our lovely conversation to their van over a cup of tea. I love this part of traveling when sweet people cross my path.
I had many hiking plans for Gros Morne National Park, and even with the little I hiked, I feel I got to understand the essence of this beauty. Just driving in this majestic landscape is a gift.
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