

After Gros Morne, we headed north again up to the land of the Vikings. (More on that later.) Much like the 101 in California, the freeway followed the coast all the way up, so it was gorgeous. We stopped and did a few little hikes along the way to enjoy what was turning into the sunniest day of our entire vacation. We passed cute fishing village after cute fishing village. At least we assumed they were fishing villages, because what else would they be? The photo to the right of the dark scary forest was an unexpected little detour, and you can see David with his hands up in the air - he is gallantly trying to knock down the spiderwebs that are taller than him because I kept complaining when they would hit me in the face. (awwwww!)


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