My past week was filed with laughter, lighthouses and sunsets and no shortage of craggy coves and tiny bays. After my cousin’s wedding in Toronto, I joined my brother and his girlfriend for a wedding in St. John’s, Newfoundland, followed by a 2000km road trip across the province’s tawny and green hills to Gros Morne National Park. Taking turns staring out the window, we watched the rocky landscape change and the pine trees get taller and taller until we hit the Gros Morne, with its towering fjords and barren tablelands. This was my first visit to Newfoundland and I was blown away: it’s a gorgeous, humbling place.
I’ll be posting on the climb up Gros Morne peak (this year’s version of my birthday mountain) and some of the province’s history, but until then here are a few photos from the trip.
More to come from Newfoundland, but these scenes stand out as some of the more memorable from the past week. A big thanks to the Buttons for hosting me and my brother and Sarah for being willing and enthusiastic partners for an epic road trip.