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After talking to a local lady who had taken an interest in Missy Moo, we moved on to pick up one more geocache at King's Cove Lighthouse.  Not a quick grab, we hiked out to the lighthouse through a grassy meadow, but then we trudged over a partially washed out, suitable-only-for-Jeeps trail.  I thought we might save ourselves by taking an alternate route back - wrong! We had to backtrack to the Roadtrek.

  Up to this point in our trip, we had no problem finding a place for the night. I, however, failed to realize there was no campground in Bonavista; there was one 7 miles out of town, but we didn't want to move on just yet.  A young girl at the Visitor's Center told us to just go out to "the cape" and park  there for the night.  The small, municipal park overlooking the rocky cape was perfect! We were all set to visit the lighthouse the next morning.

 Hiking out across the rocky landscape to find a geocache we were stopped in our tracks while watching a wary lady fox and her two kits who make their home among the rocks near the lighthouse.

I'd been satisfied just seeing the fox and her kits, but on the other side of the lighthouse on a rocky island just offshore we discovered our first puffin.  Maybe hundreds had found a place to burrow and care for their young, but a bit too far for my Nikon Coolpix to get a good picture.  It didn't matter; I was thrilled to see puffins at last!

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After leaving Twillingate and crossing the causeway, we noticed that the iceberg had shifted to the opposite side of the cove overnight. Instead of returning directly to the TransCan, we took the longer coastal route through Musgrave Harbour. All along the route we were able to view several large icebergs in the distance as we enjoyed the long, sandy beaches and fishing villages resembling Nova Scotia's Peggy's Cove.

Terre Nova National Park is bear country so we were given notice that no BBQ fires were allowed, but we got site #1 and not a soul was around until later on in the evening.  This park like so many others in the Maritimes is crisscrossed with many hiking trails through forest or along the water's edge, so before leaving the park we took advantage of a beautiful, clear day and hiked the Coastal Trail around Sandy Pond.. Even though it was early in the season, we were able to find two or three clusters of Pitcher Plants.

As other plants grow taller and leaf out, these might be hard to pick out of the bog.  As we walked around the pond, we found moose tracks, but did not see any lurking around.  We also came across narrow paths used to portage canoes from one body of water to another.  I enjoyed the colorful flowers along our path.

On our way to Bonavista, we still weren't ready to spend time on the TransCan, so we detoured onto Route 233 to check out Tickle Cove.  Who could resist a place called Tickle Cove?  The guidebooks note that Tickle Cove is the site of an interesting sea arch and I knew there was a geocache in the vicinity as well.  Small, weatherworn and handpainted, signs led us to a narrow lane where we parked the Roadtrek and followed a footpath to the sea arch.

We were not expecting to see the awesome red slate that make up the sea arch.  The arches, worn by the relentless pounding of the surf, defy gravity.  What I mean is the slate making up the arch is vertical like a stack of paper that has fallen over. 

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We weren't the only ones to search for a better view of the iceberg. Several tour buses were tentatively negotiating the narrow, winding roads to capture that perfect shot.  No wonder folks were excited: last year not one iceberg showed up until September.  We had arrived at the perfect time to see icebergs. There had been two weeks of prolonged northeast winds pushing them in our direction.

On the way into town, we noticed several signs selling lobster; there were few if any on the western coast.  We made our way through town and toward Peyton's Woods RV Campground.  We had the pick of sites so we chose one closer to the road with a clear view of Back Harbour.  Rocky and hilly, we had our choice of footpaths and trails to follow. We picked ourselves up and walked on over to Back Harbour. 

Footpaths, used by many generations, abound and for good reason.  If you are a fisherman and want to know what the seas are like, it is much more efficient to hike up the path to the top of the hill and look than to take your small boat out and find out the hard way.

Back at our campsite it was time to eat the lobster we bought in Labrador.  Our Roadtrek has a very good freezer unit in the refrigerator, so our lobster was still in good condition.

The next morning we followed a trail into the nearby woods to find a geocache.  Just off the path in an area that was rocky and moss-covered, the geocache was well-hidden; but we found it with a little bit of walking in circles.  The trees affect the GPS's ability to get a good fix, but the Garmin 62st does the best job of it than any of my other GPS's.

We still had time to kill before our afternoon cruise to the iceberg, so we explored the area around Long Point Lighthouse.  There are two geocaches in the area, but we did not have time to do the hikes and still make our boat.  Instead, we walked the trail up to The Pinnacle.  We parked the Roadtrek at the bottom of the hill in an area that looks to be an old fishing harbor, but is being used now for a playground and picnic area.

 Long Point Lighthouse sits on top of one of the steepest and most imposing shorelines I have ever seen. Trails crisscross the landscape with signs warning of the treacherous paths ahead and down.

Taking the tour boat out to the iceberg was well-worth the time and expense.  Just seeing a piece of ice 10,000 years old so close that I could see the intimate curves, the plastic-like surface glistening in the sun.  I wanted to pat it, to speak to it, absorb it. See for yourselves.

 The captain drove all the way around twice before he had to head back for his next cruise.  Even though the winds were fairly light, motoring out the cove and around to Twillingate was a bit rolly, another way of saying we had 6-8 foot swells crashing into the rocks