Newfoundland is like the last frontier. Very rugged and sparsely populated. The "Newfies" have their own dialect. Gas stations have signs telling you how far the next station is. We are north of the tree line, so it is pretty barren.
Decided to stay in a national park on the coast. It is next to a town where we thought we would buy seafood for dinner and/or have lunch. The town was dead, and their only restaurant was closed. We found out that it was because the whole town lost power. So, George asked a fellow if anyone was selling seafood, since there were lots of fishing boats. He walked George to a neighbor's yard where they were drying cod. He bought one. We soaked it and rinsed it several times. George liked it; I didn't...too salty.
The campsite had only one other couple-from Nova Scotia. They have been here 4 nights. There is a shelter with an old-fashioned pot belly stove. They said that they had get-togethers each evening there. Another couple from Vermont arrived, so we all gathered in the shelter and had drinks and dinner. They shared our cod! No electricity, except for 3 hours in the evening, with a generator.
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