I remember very well in grade school being intrigued by Leif Ericson discovering what is now North America, specifically, the northern tip of Newfoundland. In September I finally went to visit the site. I flew to Burlington, Vermont and then drove first to Montreal. Then I went to Quebec City and up the Gaspe Peninsula in New Brunswick. After that, I toured Prince Edward Island before taking the ferry from Nova Scotia to Newfoundland. Then I headed south for a brief trip through Nova Scotia, Maine, New Hampshire, and Vermont.
Americans pronounce the name NEWfoundland, but its residents pronounce it NewfoundLAND. Bet you never knew that. But Leif (pronounced LEEF, not LIFE, but who knows how HE pronounced it) Ericson (also spelled Erikson) and the 35 men who landed there around 990 called it Vinland, owing to the many grape vines they found. The flat marshy land they lived on until approximately 1050 was called L'Anse aux Meadows (I don't know what that means, so tell me if you know, but just don't show off). Actually, they were not supposed to land there, as in attempting to sail from Norway to Greenland their ship got blown off course. Serves them right for saving money by not buying a Garmin. And why go to Greenland, a God-forsaken icebox? Because back then it was much warmer there, so much that agriculture was practiced. My question is: who got the blame for that "global warming," as the use of fossil fuels was minimal then. I'm not taking sides on that issue, just wondering why it was not the icebox of today. That, and what did the polar bears eat if the Arctic Ocean was likely ice-free in the summer and it was far harder to hunt seals.
In 1979 our whole family visited these maritime provinces, so I figured it was time to return. I noticed just one change: the residents no longer speak with a strong Irish brogue. The countryside is as beautiful as ever, thank heavens.
I entered New England at the New Brunswick and Maine border, then went north for a long way before turning south and going as far as New Hampshire. Then I went back north, then west into Vermont before ending up in Burlington, Vermont to fly home. The fall colors were incredibly beautiful, but my camera was on the fritz, so I got no great photos.
Well, that's one more trip finished. The next GT will be of my favorite Utah plus eastern Arizona, which I did in November last year. I also spent three weeks at the end of December and early January in Louisiana, but that will not be posted.
I leave on February 8th for Brazil, and on the 15th I fly to northern Argentina with a new friend. There, mountains, deserts, salt flats, and wineries beckon us.