It's still 1972 and this is the tale of John Wells or the return to Labrador. Cheryl and I had completed a wonderful tour of parts of New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and the Island of Newfoundland. In a couple of weeks we had driven and ferried several thousand miles.
We headed for the capital of Newfoundland. We drove through places with names like Gander, Bonavista, Carbonear, Heart’s Content, Harbour Grace, Conception Bay, Placentia, and went on to Torbay to take the ferry to Sydney, Nova Scotia. There is one tale to tell about this part of journey. Taffy while running near Twillingate had stepped
After loading Taffy and Newf on the boat, our southbound trip began. Once again, it’s the summer of 1971. Our VW camper is lashed down to the top of one of two hatch covers on the coastal boat. The trip south was to be fairly quick as she had disgorged most of her mail and
Our wedded bliss began immediately following our wedding in September ’69 when Cheryl and I moved to Goose Bay in the territory of Labrador in the province of Newfoundland. With that much description, you’d think it was a very big place -you’d have to think again. Think of a small town you’ve been to –