Early morning weather was mildly inclement – interpretation- 6C, drizzle and serious fog. Reorganized for the final leg to home in 1 week (hard to believe).
Headed out for a hike on a local boardwalk, decided to forget it. No puffins at sight #2 , the Bonavista Lighthouse, so off we go to Elliston for the 4th time in a London Pea Soup Fog. Lo and behold, the fog dissipated somewhat, and we had our fingers crossed there would be puffins at the #1 spot.
Got a tip from a fellow Quebecer who was returning from the site that there were thousands. Could it be we struck gold? So, trekked out in the mud, only two other brave souls there – but there they were, the puffins, that is!!!! Thousands may be a stretch, but hundreds guaranteed.
So 4th time lucky, and we were happy to have persisted so Sylvia could get some shots and she did indeed. A few puffins were a few feet away, Sylvia marked off the icebergs and now the puffins, next is the whales. As we were leaving, about 15 – 20 people arrived – how dare they! We were, therefore, very fortunate to have the place to ourselves for a while.
We were going to hike some more, but the rain rolled back in dragging fog with it, so since we had seen the elusive puffins, we bought some food to cook and paid Mr. Irving’s petrol station (cleanest washrooms in the industry) a visit in preparation for our trip to Harbour Grace tomorrow. Spoke to the B&B owner there, who said the forecast was getting better by the day – forever hopeful.
"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