Taking a Gander.

A little plain.

Deer Lake, NL — The clocks seem to slow as we wind across the province, rising and descending into geographies of prehistoric times.

I may have finally started to wind down, too.  

Rock draped in fir, spruce and thatches of birch rises into hardened tabletops as we veer into hills that carry with them alternating flickers of light rain and sunshine. At 28 degrees, it’s far warmer than expected.

The highway is lit by wild lupine, rising from the soil like thin, purple pinecones. It's a driving day and we only make one stop. 

Gander has an interesting aviation history given trans-Atlantic flights and its strategic position during the Second World War. It also notably welcomed 38 planes grounded in the aftermath of 9/11. 

Almost immediately, the town nearly doubled in size. 

Old planes lay silent outside the North Atlantic Aviation Museum, their tired propellers having lost much of their skin. Time seems to have abandoned these old workhorses to a field of weeds, rather than a field of dreams.

Today's journey is only a 600-kilometre drive over six-and-a-half hours, but I'm out of practice. And the moose watch persists.

Still nothing.