L'Anse aux Meadows and the End of the Road

Earlier in the day, we had spotted it. A jagged, raw strut of land that reached out defiantly to the sea. It was the perfect vantage point.

After riding around through the small fishing villages that are tucked away along the northwest coast of Newfoundland, we rode back over to the cliff as the sun was starting to lower. We took the bikes as far as we could on the single track leading up to the hills and eventually left them with cameras and drone in tow to hike up.

And suddenly we were there, all alone on a remote cliff's edge at what seemed like the end of the world. The wind screamed through us, the sun dragged across the rugged landscape, and 800 feet below us, an impossibly blue iceberg took it's final stand.

The night before leaving Gros Morne National Park, we hit up a few out of the way places where my drone wouldn't be a problem. These things have become a public enemy as of late, mostly because there is a group of pilots that can't figure out that they shouldn't fly in heavily populated areas. It's all common sense to me. Either way, the video we can get from it is so cool. I'm excited to put one together at the end of this trip.

We headed north towards Twilingate because we had heard there were icebergs in the area. At a gas stop, however, someone told us about www.icebergfinder.com which shows confirmed iceberg sightings (I don't know why, but I'm kind of obsessed with this site). So, seeing a ton of ice near the less populated, harder to get to St. Anthony, we made our way north. We ended up near this place, about as far north as you can go in Newfoundland:

We spent a couple of days riding around the nearby towns and scoping out areas to take pics of icebergs. It was unsurprisingly freezing, by the way...

It sounds a little hokey, but the Viking Village was actually kind of great. Some people built a traditional Viking vessel and actually sailed it up here several years ago. Also, with my now formidable beard I think I'm becoming more viking-like every day...

Then, one evening we had our "moment" of the trip. At this point in our marriage we can just look at each other with a certain expression, and our complete and utter feeling of gratitude is conveyed. I flew the drone for awhile, Kris took some pics, but more than anything we just soaked it in.

The next day, we rode our bikes down another dirt track to run into some more icebergs that were seemingly way too far away. I learned something that day: I'm reckless with my drone and my range is about 2000 feet away. The shots are so cool though!

After a quick dance with masked women and a lobster bake, we headed back south wishing we had way more time to explore the island. We only scraped the tip of the iceberg (just horrible, lazy word play there but you know you like it) of Newfoundland and we will be back. We HAVE to come back.