The water seeped up out of the bog, soaking our hikers despite careful foot placement. Our first day in Newfoundland, bleary-eyed from sleeping upright on a ferry chair, and now just hours off the boat, we were squelching away on a coastal trail unlike any other I’ve walked. Having fun? You betcha!
The ground we traversed over felt like walking on a carpet of wet sponges. But what a habitat for wild flowers, drop-dead-gorgeous irises, pink clover, and yellow buttercups. And did I mention the tiny little strawberries about half the size of my pinky fingernail?
Fatigue would eventually catch up with us later that day. But a grand start to our Newfoundland adventure. Now, just gotta dry out those boots. Look … another strawberry. Squelch!Read more