We finally escaped from Grey River! Held captive a day longer than we wanted. The ship didn't leave Grey River till 3:45pm and didn't get into Francois til close to 7pm. But what a dramatic entrance to the village. With the evening light low on the horizon and the brightly colored buildings it was everything a classic New Foundland fishing village should be. The passage eastward along the South Shore was no slouch either. With its treeless slopes green with scrub no more than twelve inches tall beaten back by the relentless winds and rock faces rising near vertical from rough seas below all lit by an ever lowering sun creating such a dramatic vista that takes your breath away. This is New Foundland's South Shore.
Our greeter met us as we as we exited the gang way and brought us to our accommodation after our bikes were hosted out of the hold. A quick meal and out to explore before it got dark. We hiked up to a lookout above the village where we could look down the cove to the open ocean and back over the village. Wish we had the two days stay we planned to do more exploring. That's the way traveling goes sometimes.
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