At Tor Bay, we found some beautiful rocks on the beach. In fact the beach was littered with them. And the ocean had tumbled them to such silky smoothness. For some reason, these reminded me of little potatoes. I think it's the colors.
An old sawhorse we saw beside the woodpile.
In the small cemetery, there gravestones for fishermen who had died at sea. But there were even more like this. Whole families of children. So sad. And totally preventable if only there had been some medical care in reach. The fishing villages were so isolated then.
This big rock in the middle of Witless Bay could only be collected on the camera. Those are seabirds - mostly puffins and murre - flying around it.
Lupine are everywhere. They make such wonderful splashes of color in unexpected places.
Tomorrow, we set out along the northwesten side of Newfoundland on our way to Labrador.