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Ferryland, Newfoundland: A Lighthouse, a Wedding & A SingSong
Adventures with teens in Newfoundland July 2024
“Do you think it’s creepy that I’m taking a picture of a stranger’s wedding?” asked my daughter, her phone poised mid-air.
Typical Newfoundland wind gusts were in the process of tying our hair into knotty nests.
We’d hiked across an isthmus, barely wide enough for the County of Avalon’s pickup loaded with picnic lunches. We trudged along a path littered with rocks big enough to concuss a minke whale. After about a kilometre the squat balsam firs twisted themselves back into one another, revealing a lichen-covered hill and Ferryland Lighthouse.
It was only due to my running partner’s pushes that huffing and puffing were avoided as we had made our way up the steep incline.
And now, salty sea scented the scene as a bride in white lace appeared around the side of the 154-year-old lighthouse. Holding hands, a group of four gingerly stepped along the gravel path. The bride was flanked by a man who looked like he would be more comfortable wearing a lumberjacket and steel-toed Blundstones. Her other hand was tightly gripped by a bouncy-haired kid who smelled of Roblox and skibidi toilets…
