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Gros Morne National Park. (Barrett and MacKay/Newfoundland Tourism/Barrett and MacKay/Newfoundland Tourism)
Gros Morne National Park. (Barrett and MacKay/Newfoundland Tourism/Barrett and MacKay/Newfoundland Tourism)

How Gros Morne National Park bewitched Lawrence Hill Add to ...

Last summer, an affable Parks Canada interpreter named Fred Sheppard led Canadian novelist Joseph Boyden and 75 book lovers into the forests of Gros Morne National Park in western Newfoundland. The "Boyden and the Boreal" outing was billed as a chance to share nature and literature. But the moment they chose a gathering place, they stumbled upon a sleeping moose.

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"The bull moose was about 30 feet in front of me on the trail, lying to the side and then stood, nostrils flaring, ears back, sure signs of being disturbed from an afternoon slumber," Sheppard said. "We stopped, moved back the trail about 20 feet and then gathered the group to sit and watch and listen. The moose wandered a few feet away and then settled back down as Joseph started to read. Even after [the one-man band]Mountains and the Trees played a few tunes on the guitar with Joseph accompanying on the harmonica, the moose was still hanging out." The moose appeared to listen carefully to Boyden, and it did not move until applause broke out.

You never know what might come out and surprise you in Gros Morne National Park, or while travelling north up the western peninsula of Newfoundland. If not a moose, perhaps a minke, humpback or killer whale breaching in Bonne Bay. It could be an archeologist uncovering remnants of a 2,000-year-old aboriginal settlement near the Port au Choix National Historic Site. You are almost sure to see a musician sliding from the accordion to the fiddle as effortlessly as you or I could switch chairs, a massive iceberg moseying up the Gulf of St. Lawrence, or an explosion of the most curiously named berries in the world: bakeapples, partridge berries, squashberries and black crowberries. Newfoundland, apparently, has 22 edible berries.

My wife, children and I escaped from Southern Ontario last summer to enjoy a week-long literary and music festival in Woody Point, one of several villages encompassed by the park, the ocean and the rugged Long Range Mountains (the most easterly extension in Canada of the Appalachian mountain range). We all fell in love not just with the festival but also with the village and the national park. Before we had finished our week, we arranged to rent a cottage on the shores of Bonne Bay for the entire summer of 2011. We're in the middle of a fabulous summer.

The graciousness and hospitality of the people, including their warmth and openness to children, strikes us daily. We can hardly spend 24 hours without being invited to someone's house for a lobster boil-up or pan-fried cod, and in every house, shop and café you find the love of literature and music. It may take a day or two to tune into the wavelengths of local speech patterns, but your ears will adapt as get out and meet people. Take a guided kayaking tour in Bonne Bay, a guided cycling tour on the winding, hilly roads (there is hardly a kilometre of flat road in the park - I have to take a break every time I ride a three-kilometre hill aptly named "The Struggle"), or hike on some of the most beautiful trails in Canada.

When my son, Andrew, some friends and I hiked up the stunning 807-metre Gros Morne, we saw caribou, other peaks in the Long Range Mountains and plunging drops to forested valleys below. It's a demanding, all-day trek that requires good hiking shoes, plenty of bottled drinks and warm clothes at the peak. But an easier trail awaits - a flat, four-kilometre stroll along the base of the Tablelands, the most striking geographical feature of Gros Morne. Stretching for 15 kilometres and reaching a height of 700 metres, the Tablelands are a series of flat-topped, low-lying mountains. One of four mountain ranges in the area, the Tablelands were named by Captain James Cook, who was mapping the area for the British government in the 1760s. He clearly had run out of gas when it came to innovative names, because he was also responsible for naming Table Mountain in Cape Town, South Africa.

The orange-brown rock of the Tablelands, called peridotite, is one of the best examples of exposed rock thrust up when two continents collided about 500 million years ago. Studying the rock helped scientists develop the theory of plate tectonics, and the geological formation led UNESCO to designate Gros Morne National Park a World Heritage Site in 1987. To this day, vast swaths look barren and moonlike. Although it appears hostile to plant life, if you look closely, you will see much vegetation: I saw strawberries soon to ripen, as well as various carnivorous plants such as butterwort, with its sweet, buttery leaves, and the red-haired sundew, which secretes an enzyme to dissolve bugs.

From Gros Morne, my wife and youngest daughters and I take a two-day, two-night drive up to the northwestern tip of Newfoundland. We stay in the swanky Tuckamore Lodge on Little Pond ($500 gets us two rooms, a hearty breakfast and dinner for four at a lively common dining table; $600 a night is what a hunter or fisher can expect to pay for a room, meals and the services of a guide). Owner Barb Genge opened the lodge to attract tourists in 1986 - ignoring the loud voices of dissent ("that's no job for a woman") - when she noticed the cod fishery was in decline. Today, she has 12 rooms (open from May to October), offers wireless Internet access (with a computer in the lobby), as well as a sauna, and attracts more and more female clients. Most of the men come with rifles, she says, while the majority of women prefer to hunt with bows. "You've got to have strong shoulders to bow hunt, and you've got to be really close - within 25 metres to hit a moose with a bow."

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