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Thinking I hadn’t tortured myself enough from our morning hike up Partridgeberry Hill (see Look Out, We’re Climbing a Mountain), I was tempted to take on a short evening hike. I hungered for more amazing scenery. Our map showed a small trail by Trout River Pond, only a short walk from our campsite. This wasn’t the official Trout River Pond Trail, which is 14 km (almost 9 mi) and runs on the opposite side of the water from the campground. Helen exhausted, not just from the morning hike, but in general from not sleeping well, chose to retire early for the night. Since Tessi and I were going to be on our own, I informed Helen of my plans and noted the time; therefore, she could send out rescuers if we didn’t return in an hour or so. A Hint of Grandeur We left her reading her book with Missy snuggled into her, and followed the sign I had noticed earlier. It led us through an open grassy area, where I found a few tents set up off to the side. I spotted a wisp of mountain scenery over the trees spread out in front of us. While I urgently searched for a way that would grant me enjoyment of a full view, Tessi excitedly breathed in new scents. A minute later, I discovered a stairway and path through the wooded stretch, which led us to a panoramic view of the mountains and the pond. A Masterful Piece of Art The mountains are draped in colours of green, gray and orangey-brown. I had the impression of modern, abstract art; however, this piece of art had taken millions of years in its creation. The green vegetation exists amongst the gray rock and the orangey-brown peridotite - a substance rich in iron and magnesium. I devoured the scenery by taking a myriad of pictures from close-ups of those artistic patterns to wide angles, which included the immediate shoreline at my feet, some with Tessi as she sniffed at the foliage there. I had let her free, keeping her away from the heavily treed expanse, just in case of any lurking bears. We roamed only for about a half hour in the general area, before heading back to the campsite. My adventurous streak had abandoned me on Partridgeberry Hill and I was satisfied with this beauty nearby. Sunset Later, as the evening wore on and the sun was departing for another day, Tessi and I returned to the open camp area surrounded by the trees that shared only the wisp of mountain scenery. Helen had been sleeping, so no one knew of our whereabouts. I didn’t want to venture far. I found an opening that offered a glimpse of mountain and water, both basking in a reddish glow from the setting sun. I was able to capture the vividness on my camera beautifully. It was an ending to another spectacular day in Newfoundland. For More Info

 (c) Cheryl Smyth, 2012