Wednesday 17 January 2018

Eleanor McGrath: A lonely road, a 700 pound moose and a brush with death that got me to thinking ...

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IT was almost two years ago that we drove a new route across the vast province of Newfoundland. Us six in our large GMC Acadia SUV invincible and incredible for traveling the three days from Toronto to our summer home in Renews and now on the return leg. We the "blended" family of McCarthys, McMillans and one McGrath affectionately call ourselves the "3Macs" and we are seasoned travelers, or so we think.



This was in August 2010 and we had enjoyed the infamous kitchen parties, Jigs Dinners and boil-ups on the rocky beaches with our Renews neighbours. But that sad reality of the end of summer was quickly setting in along the ten hours of Newfoundland highway to catch our ferry at Port aux Basque on the western corner of a very large island.



We stopped in Gander at a local diner and Finbarr remained firm that my driving abilities were not required on this leg of the trip, I could step up to the plate the following day when we hit the ground running at North Sydney, Cape Breton. Dusk was approaching and on Newfoundland highways there are no lights, minimal signage and you are told plenty of moose.

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