Tablelands

We were encouraged to stop at Tablelands for a feeling of walking on the moon’s surface. It is one of only a few places on earth where mantle rock (what was the middle layer of earth) lies exposed on the ground and is accessible to visitors.

There was a large group that assembled here to hike with a park ranger and hear what she had to tell us about this terrain.
The rocks get their color from their iron content.
We didn’t complete the hike, after reaching a part of the trail with a steep ascent. It was very windy that day, and somehow the double-whammy of covid on top of my lung injuries from the car accident makes me more prone to asthma difficulties. Dick’s back was bothering him, too, so we turned around and went back to the parking area.

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SO, what do septaugenarians (and one octogenarian) do instead of climbing a steep hill?? We go to lunch!
This was the view from our lunch table.
We drove to the harbor in this tiny seaside town.
This is a serious fishing village.
The harbor entrance is very short! There is no room for error out to the Gulf of St. Lawrence.
Our last night in Gros Morne (the campground office is the red building).
We’ll be back in Codroy tomorrow.

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