As a child, I remember camping at Big Falls and my dad would go salmon fishing. As Daryl and I were driving on the highway, we found the park on maps and would be passing close by. What an opportunity to see if my memories were correct.
The park is actually called Sir Richard Squires Memorial Provincial Park and was about 15 km off the highway. All bumpy dirt road! But so worth the slow ride. And there it was, Big Falls.
The park was beautiful with well over a hundred treed, private campsites. We took the path to the falls which was just as in my memories.
We could hear the falls roaring in the distance and then get glimpses of the rushing water.
There were no fishermen. Apparently there usually are people fishing in the still water below the fall.
However we saw dozens of salmon jumping up those falls. We never saw any actually make it, but it must happen!
On our way back to the car we saw the cutest, well camouflaged frog. It patiently sat and posed.
Time to get back on the road before the rain comes…..and come it did!
Cheers from fabulous Newfoundland.
Ruth
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