New Found Land - Day 2

Impressions and Picts

1. Signal Hill is at 10,329 m., dwarfing Mt Everest and making Edmund Hillary a sissy.
2. My knees are now hippies (see day 1 if that makes no sense).
3. My Dr. is a pretty good cardiac surgeon (see day 1....).
4. The wind can blow hard enough to knock me off my feet, almost.
5. The stuff they make flags out of for Cabot Tower on Signal Hill? That's what the Enterprise needs for shields.
6. The stout at Yellowbelly brew pub is still excellent (3 pints proved that).
7. The fish&chips at Yellowbelly are excellent. And that's not just the 3 pints of stout talking.
8. In My World, all pubs will be at the top of the hill; all B&B's will be at the bottom of the hill. So there.
9. Signal Hill took all day so the railway museum is tomorrow. Happily, it's just down street from Yellowbelly (sadly, downhill from the B&B).

Picts

From most of the way up Signal Hill.

Zoomed in. If you draw a line straight down from the left tower on the Basilica, across the road from the church below that is my B&B. Those giant houses on the left are a Provincial Museum.

The lighthouse on the south shore of the Narrows:

Yeah, St John's again (I have hundreds):

Cabot Tower. Wind blowing.

Told you it was windy.

It's a small world afterall.

But this week, Newfoundland is the center of the universe.

My friend on the bench. (Just can't keep the birds away.)

Oh. Canada. Bright sunshine and blowing wind.