Ron and Hazel's 'Travels with Nuggie' travel blog

Grand Codroy Camping Park

Hazel enjoying the view in all directions.

Joe keeps working, and his customers must think he's back in Minnesota!

Reading and watching television back in the bedroom.

The morning view over my computer screen.

Amanda isn't quite ready to get up for the day.

The perfect campsite.


Leaving Stephenville yesterday, we headed South on the Trans Canada Highway, the 120 miles or so to Port aux Basque where our ferry boat is ready for us on Thursday evening. About halfway, is the community of Doyles in the beautiful Codroy Valley. One small sign alerted us to the existence of an RV park and in a few minutes we were checking in.

No "Good Sam" or "Passport America" memberships, and it was cash only for the reasonable $28 nightly fee for what is probably the most beautiful location we've ever stayed in. Hazel fell in love with it immediately, the well laid-out park had wide spaces between campers, mowed grass, lots of trees and plants, even apple trees, and the view in all directions are amazing. The lady in the office was very helpful, the gift shop was full of real Newfoundland crafts, all made in the area and not in Japan, the water was soft and pure, the WiFi was strong, this was that RV park we all seek as we head down the road.

Check their website by clicking here.

It wasn't but a few minutes when Hazel said we should consider coming back and maybe spend a month here, if we could tow a small car to run up to Stephenville now and then, and travel the area. I might just get that 4-wheel drive tow vehicle I've been thinking about, Hazel will insist on it, hah!

This morning, we had coffee while the other family members slept, and while I was working on updating this travel blog, Hazel read me this piece about "Newfoundlanders" from the camp's handout newspaper:

The moment you lose your faith in people, I recommend you save up your pennies and take a trip to Newfoundland. Meet the Newfoundlanders and your faith will be restored. You will meet total strangers and they will become friends. You will walk in as an unknown soul and come out with buddies who'll stand up for you in any fight. You will hear them laugh at themselves, sing songs and tell tales. They will take life's curves with grace and know that being alive is a whole lot better than being dead. They will treat you for who you are and not put on phony airs.

If you need a hand, you get an army. They will take you in, buy you a round, make you part of the family and by the time you leave the Rock, you'll fall in love with the place. You see, Newfoundlanders are Newfoundlanders wherever they go.

After all, as John Crosbie once said, you can always tell the Newfoundlanders in Heaven, they're the ones who want to go home.

If you faith is sagging, hug a Newfoundlander!


Rick Bell - Calgary Sun



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