TWANG.
TRAVEL DAY
From: Butter Pot Provincial Park, near Holyrood, NL.
To: La Manche Provincial Park, near Burnt Cove, NL.
Day 83 – Mid 50’s this morning. It was supposed to rain last night and this morning. The weather forecast was wrong. It was 62 degrees & cloudy at 1:35 p.m. when we departed Butter Pot, after dumping tanks & getting some drinking water. We’ll have to boil our water again at the next campground, also a Provincial Park. The Park is not far away, so we weren’t worried about hurrying out.
A very short distance from Butter Pot, we got on the TCH-1 heading west, and we got off at the first exit, Route 13, now heading south & east. In just that short distance, we were enveloped in dense fog. Throughout our journey, the fog did not let up and there was virtually no visibility. Route 13 was a rough, two-laned road with almost no traffic. With the fog and the rough road, it was good that we were forced to go slowly. At the end of Route 13, we turned south at Route 10 and drove along the coast. This was a winding road, traveling up and down hills, and if it weren’t for the heavy fog, we know the views would’ve been fantastic.
We arrived at La Manche Provincial Park at 2:20 p.m. It was 55 degrees and very foggy. We had reserved Site #7, the same campsite we stayed in during our last visit in 2019. We pulled in front-first. Our site was right on a beautiful lake, surrounded by lots of big, healthy trees. We couldn’t see much in front of us because of the fog, but the campsite was quite private. If and when the fog dissipates, the view from the RV should be very nice.
We unpacked and settled in. After the bumpy ride, the girls were happy to be parked and free from their bedroom travel confinement. But we were all puzzled by a strange noise coming from outside, and the girls lined up at the front windows. (It was like a rubber band pulled taut and being strummed with fingertips, and it kind of echoed.) Rob went out to try to find out what it was, of course with camera in hand. I wondered, what if he didn’t come back. Remember “Deliverence’? Ta Twang Twang Twang Twang, Twang Twang Twang. Anyway, he came back and had been unable to see what was making the sound. It had stopped when he approached the area it was coming from. However, we are pretty sure it is some kind of Ducks honking, not the quacking we would’ve expected, and not the sound of the Loons that we heard at the previous campground. It will be our goal at this campsite to determine what it was! LOL.
NOTE: The signal is iffy at this campground. We’ll get the blog out when we can.