Dear Everybody day 4,
The mist drew around the harbour as I slowly pulled my head from my pillow ten minutes before my alarm was set to go off. Tobi lay in the twin bed across the small, comfortable room from me looking at messages on her phone, having awakened earlier as usual. Yawning I sat up and rubbed my sleepy eyes hearing voices downstairs around a set breakfast table. I took a deep breath in, the smell of coffee and toast swirling through my nostrils.
Getting up we got ready for the day, packing our things in hopes to hit less wet weather down south in the national park of Gros Morne. After a quick breakfast of oatmeal and toast, as well as a nice conversation with a couple from BC, another from Quebec, and another from Ontario we packed our things into the car and got onto the highway. The mist didn't let up and as we winded our way through coastal villages fog began to sweep in over the dark waves of the Atlantic. We pushed on though hoping for the best. Listening to a sermon got our minds off the weather and before long the fog lifted as we came into the Long Range Mountains of Newfoundland.
Soon enough we reached our destination of Green Point campground just on the north end of the park. It was quaint, but nicely kept and self registered. It didn't take too long before we strung everything up to dry out and made lunch around a fire. After some time we headed down a small path to a rocky beach and pushed closer to the water. To our delight as we came closer to the water's edge we discovered thousands of snails upon the large rocks. Carefully we made our way around the tidal pools smelling the salty air and pushing our hands into cool water to touch starfish that clung to rock walls.
Finding a red crab only brought more delight as we attempted to reach down and pick it up. The palm sized creature resisted and scuttled away, startling a small eel-like fish. Grinning we climbed upon a massive slab of rock and watched the horizon in hopes of seeing whale's puffing air out. To our dismay we saw none and decided to continue onwards. Heading out onto more slippery rocks we came upon a white object just on the edge where the tide was beginning to sweep over the rocks.
Dodging snails and slippery rocks we made it out, looking down at what we were sure was a bone of some sort. Excited, Tobi moved onto another rock, sitting to try and get closer to it. In the process her foot slipped into the waves below and in an attempt to get her foot up she braced her left foot on a slimy rock, that foot diving into the depths as well. Laughter jolted through me as she fumbled, dunking her other foot in again. Controlling our laughter we brain stormed as to how to get to the bone without getting into the water. Bare feet were just as slippery as shoes. I lay on my stomach over a large rock and reached down, just barely able to brush my finger tips across the smooth surface of bone. Excitement filled my veins as I reached further, wrapping fingers around the long part of the bone and tried to pull. Just as it moved the slightest a wave splashed towards us and into my head. I let out a yelp of surprise and frowned at the salty water dripping down my forehead, realizing how karma slapped me in the face in the form of a wave for laughing st Tobi's misfortune. Lying down again I reached down and pulled harder, lifting each time Tobi warned me about a wave. With a sharp tug the bone came free and I lifted it from the depths.
Our eyes widened as we stared at a skull of some sort. A small sea star had wedged its way into one of the nostrils and I handed it to Tobi so I could stand. As she took it there was a clatter and suddenly a large crab fell from the brain cavity. We both let out surprised yells and looked down the hole the crab had fallen into, myself thinking it a giant starfish, but Tobi insisting it was a crab and thinking it best not retrieved.
After our amazement wore off we headed back to camp determined to call mother Andi and attempt to identify what we imagined could be a prehistoric creature. However mother Andi agreed it was probably a whale, perhaps dolphin, of some sort and we decided it best to take to the whale and wildlife museum first thing in the morning.
Upon returning to camp, as this update was being typed out by crackling fire side, Tobi lifted the hotdog buns and frowned. Little bits had been chewed off of them as we had left them in our excitement. Laughing I figured a squirrel had got to them and left fuller than he imagined possible.
I believe tonight will end with two lying in a dry tent under a clear sky dreaming of dinosaurs and the fortunes they might be paid in the morning.
Sincerely,
Yvette
