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Thursday, October 3, 2019

Cliffs

I've been lucky enough to sail through several fjords now. Although the cliffs at Western Brook Pond rise a mere 2,000 feet -- half the height of Milford Sound -- there's nothing quite like sailing through still deep waters while walls of rock tower overhead.

But it's definitely a different experience with this heavy mist draped over the clifftops -- solemn, a little spooky. Though I rode on the top deck of the boat all the way out, when we turned around and the wind was in my face, I only lasted about fifteen minutes before moving inside.

Where, in typical Newfoundland fashion, a singalong was in progress. One of the crew was playing guitar, and I played the spoons on a couple of songs, which was so much fun I may buy a set to play at home.

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