The next morning, the hike to the secluded ferry dock on Western Brook Pond teased me for the views to come.

A fog was settling into the ex-fjord and threatened to cancel the tour.  We made it about half-way in before the captain decided it was too foggy and had to turn around.

Back at the ferry dock, I snapped some pictures of this other-worldly place.

I simply hadn’t prepared myself for the beauty I was experiencing and there would be much, much more to come my way.

As I hiked back, I dipped my tanago rod into some of the small streams.

Three spine stickleback

Atlantic salmon parr

And a few brook trout 

I had a ferry booked over to Blanc Sablon, Quebec the next morning where I could drive up the coast to Labrador.  For this evening, I had nothing much in the plans except to fish my way north along the coast until I reached the ferry terminal.

I saw signs for the Broom Point fishing exhibit and couldn’t resit checking it out.

As I explored the tide pools, some brightly coloured stickleback caught my eye.  I returned with my rods.  They were some fired-up male three spine stickleback.

The rock formations on Broom Point were something special.

I fished off the point and in the tide pools.

Some purple-coloured sea shells caught my eye.

One of the tide pools produced another shorthorn sculpin, but that was it.

I began to work my way north and stopped by a spot Ken had suggested to me.  First drop, I felt some taps and the rapid head shakes characteristic of a trout.

It seemed that brook trout were everywhere on this island!  A local kid came by and started messing with my rods, so I left, but not after catching another one of these sea-run trout.

View along my drive to the ferry terminal.

It started to rain fairly heavily and I pulled over for some reason or another.  I had planned to fish my way up the coast, stopping at wharfs I had marked on my gps, but this simply wasn’t going to happen in the rain.  I had some time to kill so I started chatting with Ken.  Ken mentioned there were some nice icebergs up at the tip of Newfoundland’s northern peninsula, around L’Anse aux Meadows.

My ferry was departing at 8am from Saint Barbe and it would take me nearly four hours to reach L’Anse aux Meadows.  I didn’t think icebergs weren’t in the cards for tonight.  However, Saint Barbe was only two hours from Meadows.  I could swing this… I checked for a later ferry, booked the 3:30pm, and buckled up for a long drive.  I’d see as much as I could tomorrow morning.

As I drove further north in the fading light, something odd caught my eye.  It wasn’t too far from the highway and was stationary in the water.  It was an iceberg.  I suddenly got really excited for what tomorrow would bring.