Gander has an interesting museum and static display of older aircraft. I had to stop and take some photos. These aircraft remind me of my Dad, my uncle, and Big Jim as well.
Now, my Son and Nephew are th pilots of this generation..
From Gander, I travelled northeastward, up the Bonavista peninsula. There were some incredibly beautiful small outpost towns and villages.
The number of men from each small community who had died serving our Country was sometimes staggering. In one village, I saw memorials for members of the same family in every war since the Boer War.
There is a strong United Church, Presbyterian and Anglican influence on the island. It looks like in each community there are churches and cemeteries for each of the different beliefs.
I have never been this close to the ice bergs. It is a strange feeling to know that these huge bergs have travelled down from Greenland.
Moved south towards the Argentia ferry. Placentia is nearby and it has an interesting fortification overlooking the town. It has been inhabited since the late 1500's...
The cod were dried directly on the rocky beaches of Placentia..
I camped in the nearby village of Louisbourg...
The offshore trawlers require some big lighting...