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| Driving through many of the small fishing villages we actually rarely saw people. This guy caught my eye. |
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| All along the road to St. Anthony we would see wood piles like this. Not always as big, but always stacked neat and sometimes in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Not a house for miles. In some cases, not a growing tree for miles. Turns out they get permits in the winter to cut wood and they haul them to the road so they can pick them up in the summer after they have dried. They don't own this land, they just use it and no one bothers the wood piles. |
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| That's Labrador in the distance....shot with my zoom lense so it's really a long way over, but cool to see it. The ferry was just getting ready to leave and I asked Fred if he wanted to take a ride over to Labrador, spend the night and come back, but we moved on to St. Anthony. |
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