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Our campsite at Twillingate, We picked blueberrries behind the campspot. |
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St. Johns harbor. The inlet is a small channel between the two large hills. Very protected. |
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Signal Hill looking down on the channel into the harbor |
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The patio where we had dinner listening to an Irish singer |
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Many of the row houses in St. Johns are painted bright colors. They call them Jelly Bean houses. |
We have been out of touch for a while so I should bring
you up to date. We spent our last
morning in Twillingate, laying around as it was raining. We went for a walk along the beach and got
caught in rain storm and got pretty wet.
We picked a big tub of blueberries as they are wild everywhere. The next morning we left early and drove to
Ganger where we picked up groceries. We
talked about where to spend the night and decided to drive on to St. Johns,
which we did. We have a nice camp spot
at Pippy’s Park.
The next day we drove up to Signal Hill. It is amazing. It overlooks the channel going into the
harbor. The only way to enter harbor is through this small channel between to
large hills. Canons were placed on the
hill to protect it. Signal flags were flown
to warn the town of danger or arriving ships.
The town is beautiful. Many of
the row houses are painted bright colors.
It is very pretty. We walked
around downtown and had a nice dinner on the patio listening to Irish music.
This morning as it was raining, Leona did laundry. We ran out and got some groceries and a part
for the motorhome toilet. (An important
appliance.) Quiet day.
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