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Today, our day started with a lovely cooked dinner. This was the first Sunday since we’ve moved her that I actually got it together enough to make cooked DINNER, as opposed to cooked SUPPER lol. We ate right around noon, and it was delicious. I must say I’m getting pretty good at making cooked dinner. It’s not like it’s rocket science, pretty easy… but it’s gotten better with each passing week at our house. Jody is continually amazed with my increasing ability to make perfect dressing It is pretty good… if I do say so myself!

After dinner was finished, tea was drank and dishes were done, we decided to hop in the car and go for a drive. We’d heard there was a dirt road you could take out in Cavendish, that took you out closer to the iceberg. It was a bit foggy out, but nothing too crazy, so off we went. We found  a dirt road, and drove along… and then it sort of forked off. One way was into someone’s residence (clearly not the way we wanted to go) and the other way was this VERY rough, VERY “off road” looking road, and yup, there goes my husband plowing up the road in our AWD Vue. Uh huh, and all was good until he went to drive over a rock, that, in his defence, wasn’t sticking up out of the ground very much. But at this time of year, the ground is SO soft and wet (read MUDDY) that, eep, the tires sank and we scraped the bottom of the Vue over this rock. Made this HORRID sound, and scared the crap out of poor Nathan.

We decided THAT was a good place to park, and got out of the Vue to go for a walk. The Vue might have been in rough shape, but the VIEW was gorgeous, per usual.

As you can see, most of the bergy bits are gone away now. Only the few that are ground up remain. We found a small lighthouse that someone had built to commemorate their ancestors, and the boys decided it was a good place to stop and be “on guard” watching for boats.

There was a strange line of fog across the water, and you could see the iceberg was much closer to us than on the other shore in Whiteway, however you could only see part of it due to the fog.

Still, it was beautiful. I snapped this shot from the edge near where Jody was standing in the previous picture. It’s funny to me, because this picture looks so completely fake, or as though I spent time making it LOOK like this in Photoshop. But let me assure you, this is the real thing !!

You can barely see the ocean at the bottom of the picture through the fog… but it’s there. Still beautiful, despite the fog, isn’t it?

The fog started to roll in pretty fast after that.

We went down to the water’s edge, and walked around, admiring the sights and sounds. Nathan found an incredible number of really cool shells, and decided now was a good time to start a shell collection. I think we may have to take out a mortgage on a second house just to hold all the shells I imagine he’ll collect over the next while.

This shoreline was beautiful. So many different colours of rocks, and such cool erosion happening here. There was some fascinating rocks that had clearly been eroded by the tide over a long period of time. Some parts were as thin as paper, and shattered with very little force!

The boys wandered out onto an ice pan, and announced that they had walked onto a “mini iceberg” !

On our way back to the (broken) Vue, we noticed as we walked that spring is definitely here. Amongst the brown grass, green was working its way to the surface. I happened to notice this new spot of moss that is VERY green and new.

We ended our adventure listening to our Vue GRINDING like crazy, making the most horrific sound, down this “dirt” (read: MUD) road, and down into the parking lot of an old Insurance building. And from there, Uncle Hughie came out and picked the four of us up. Not 30 minutes ago, Aaron stopped by to pick Jody up from our house, and they went to Cavendish in Aaron’s tow truck to pick up the Vue, and then took it up to the garage. I must say, it’s quite handy having a car garage “in the family”. Jody will take the keys up to Aaron shortly, and hopefully the two of them can figure out what damage was done. Here’s hoping it’s minimal !!!

Another week gone by, and I cannot believe we’ve almost been here for 4 months. Time has literally flown by. Time is also making me realize just how big of an adjustment this move continues to be for me. I still get lonely sometimes. I still long to have things feel familiar to me here. I still have yet to find “my way” here… a way for me to be, essentially. Most of the time I do quite well. Others, like Saturday night, I don’t do so well. I am trying to be patient, not only with myself and my family, but also with time – knowing that in time, I will find familiarity, comfort, friends, etc. It is frighteningly easy to feel overwhelmed by “homesick” sometimes… and those are the times that I take comfort in the beauty of Newfoundland. The calm, serene peace of the ocean. The quietness of our quaint small town.

And best of all, the gorgeous smiles on my boys (all 3 of them) faces.

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