Up at the crack of dawn to see the puffins as someone told us they were usually quite active before heading out to sea for the day. The operative word here is "usually." Saw a few flying around, but it was so foggy even the puffins knew to lay low in case they bumped into the cliffs.
Never discouraged, headed across town to some incredible rock formations, including sea stacks. Some good hiking over the rocks, repeat the landscape is beautiful. Met a few tourists and Newfoundlanders and had some fun chats. Back to the AirB&B, then off again to Puffin hunt.
Glenn dropped me off at the Puffin site, and off he went to visit the John Crosbie Interpretative Centre on the sealing industry from its earliest days. It blew Glenn away to think about the hardships these people endured.
Meanwhile, back in prime Puffin country, Sylvia saw ONE. After 45 mins, she had had enough, so back to town and then to our abode. The fog is back, so slow evening ahead. Back at it tomorrow.
"One doesn’t stop seeing. One doesn’t stop framing. It doesn’t turn off and turn on. It’s on all the time."
~ Annie Leibovitz