Gros Morne National Park

In the first week of September 1999, me and my brother Karol have done a small roadtrip, going from Toronto to Quebec City to Gros Morne park in Newfoundland, and back. Spent 2 days in Quebec City, which I liked a lot for its old, European style. The more exciting part of the trip was Gros Morne, though. One reason were the breathtaking views and how it felt being there on top, the other might have been the fact that I forgot to bring my tent! It was the only time in my life that I actually lost all power of speech for about 30 seconds, when I realized that we just drove over 2,500km and didn't have the tent. Now I know exactly what it means to be stunned. But we built a shelter, and even though the campsite was only a few kilometers away from the shore of Atlantic Ocean which made for very strong and cold winds, everything worked out pretty good.

• As seen from the trailhead
• View into the gorge, from the shore of Western Brook Pond; the mountains on each side rise up to nearly 700 meters
• The other side of the gorge
• Notice the lake on the other side?
• Looking over 600 meters down
• V-shaped crevice
• View across the pond
• Looking straight down from the top; I took this picture hanging off the edge, while my brother was holding my legs
• Looking across to the other side
• On top, the landscape was all flat with no trees but only small bushes/shrubs
• Looking down the trail on our way back; most of the trail was fairly steep and covered with large boulders
• Looking towards the ocean; it's interesting how out of flat lowlands suddenly pops out a gorge this big

Coming back home...

• Driving back, the clouds were low enough to cover the tops of the mountains
• Sunrise welcoming us back in Nova Scotia
• Caribou - the ferry which goes between Nova Scotia and Newfoundland; it's about a 6 hour ride
• Karol and Me