It was 160 miles (258 kilometers) from King's Point to Twillingate. Twillingate was were a lovely house waited for Marcia and I to arrive. The pic on the left is from the front porch...it was imagining this wonderful house right at the ocean's edge which moved us forward and once again into the car, overnight bags, oxygen concentrator, maps and excitement all piled into my little car. We waved goodby to the water and headed east and then south, then east and then north. It was during the drive to Twillingate that we found out that we were not going to be able to depart on the ferry from Argentia, we not only had to arrive in Port Aux Basques we were now going to have to depart from Port Aux Basques. There was a heaviness and disappointment as well as the excitement that was in the car when we left Kings Point.
The reality hit hard that we would have to drive from St. Johns to Port Aux Basque, my head was spinning, and poor Marcia would do her best to be looking up one thing or another as we drove towards Iceberg Alley. The cell phone connections are not great, if any they are often slow, and at times we would even lose our satellite GPS. We were both left with our own sense of loss about another part of our planned trip being different than we planned. The good news is the vistas, the beauty, the draw of this island was able to pull us back to the now of our journey. We did not take one picture on the way to Twillingate. I don't remember much except that it was exciting when we would start getting glimpses of being closer to the water, and nearer to our destination. Even though we were closing in on the last days of June there were not a lot of cars on the road. We were not seeing license plates from anywhere except Newfoundland. There was no playing the license plate game or the billboard alphabet, there were just not enough options. But it was BEAUTIFUL, yes it was.
We made the last turn that would take us into Twillingate and our GPS took us right past the turn to our house. We drove through this delightfully fun looking town, there were lots of cars, people walking, bikes whizzing past and we drove past them all and figured out we had gone to far. It was so beautiful this little island from the island, once again the salve of it all settled us back into our excitement about being here, and being able to be here for more than one or two nights! We had let go of our time in Trinity, the supper reservations that we made at what was to be a lovely old building with a deck the reached out onto the ocean. We had let go of some fun museums and walking paths and historical spots and we were turned around being held in sunlight and headed towards Robins Cove Road 101 Main Street.
Oh my, the house was lovely. A big kitchen and dining room, windows everywhere, a wrap around porch, lovely chairs to sit and watch the water, the birds or nothing at all. There was lovely soaking tub, and I couldn't wait to sit my little bones in that tub. We brought in the luggage, the food, the carry on's, the oxygen concentrator and breathed big sighs of relief. We were here. We had arrived in Iceberg Alley, this place that for an entire year I had been looking at pictures of sunrise and sunset, pretty colored building along the water, and of course icebergs floating by doing a show and then moving along. We went out, the little town was such a short distance it was only minutes to get to and from - we bought smoked fish, cheese, some wine and a few staples for breakfast and headed back to the house. Back to the porch. Back to our little spot at the ocean's front.
Here are a few pictures from those first hours in Twillingate, more about our time there later. Enjoy the moment!
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