| Newfoundland 2005 |
| Stanley and I noticed this sign and ominously placed life ring on the cliff near the lighthouse. Notice the well-worn path beyond the warning sign. We all listen so well! LOL! Stanley took his stint as a lifeguard for those braving the cliff face. |
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| As I walked back past the actual Cape to the parking lot, I noticed these trees, windblown in one direction. No doubt which way the prevailing wind comes from, is there? |
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| After I past Blackhead, I turned around and caught sight of the wall of fog blowing rapidly towards me and hightailed it back to St. John's. Despite the rain, I kept my windows down - the combined scent of the pine trees and the sea fog filled my nostrils and was intoxicating. I pulled over and sniffed the air greedily. I wanted to etch it into my olfactory memory. The fog hadn't reached Shea Heights when I got there so I pulled over at the scenic look-off to snap some shots. |
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| This is the neighborhood where Chez Fidler is - my home away from home. That street on the right is much steeper than it looks, trust me! The Waterford River skips along at the bottom of the photo. |
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