Day Twenty

By morning the skies had cleared up and there wasn't a cloud as far as the eye could see. It was getting very cold suddenly. There had been frost warnings the previous two nights and I could see my breath in the camper as I prepared breakfast.
My plan today was to get south at least to Deer Lake,  a small town about half way to Port aux Basque where I would take the ferry back to the mainland. I had to really bundle up for the ride because the wind was blowing again and the high today was only 15'C (59'F). Fortunately I had thought to bring my heavy winter gauntlets and insulated over pants.
I stopped along the way for a photo hear and there. That stretch up the west coast of Newfoundland is pretty barren. As you get further south you get into mountains, lakes and rivers and a more interesting ride.

You can see the difference as I get into the mountainous south. I stopped in Cornerbrook for groceries and gas and decided to call the ferry service and book my trip for tomorrow, Wednesday, but the earliest I could get a seat was Thursday the 22nd on their 11:30 am voyage.
The afternoon was sifting away so I figured I wasn't in a big hurry any more and found a lovely camp ground for the night.

It was on a small lake beside a huge mountain and my camper was as close to the beach as I could get.

This had been a great day. I cooked up some fish and rice and thought about how everything had worked out in the end.