Entry #4
Grounded in Gander - My first real taste of a strong Nor'easter. A deluge of rain not to be taken lightly. The other night my son and I were rocked asleep as the winds pummeled our flanks and sang its songs through the tiniest of cracks.
The rain, relentless in its resolve, continuously pelted the exterior shell of the trailer transforming our sleeping quarters into a sound cave reminiscent of a relaxation CD.
There we were cozied up together in the top bunk of the RV and even though the boy did not sleep well, I knew then, as it was occurring, it will be an experience I won't forget anytime soon.
We woke up to snow. Not a huge amount but enough to keep us off the roads for the day.
It gave us the opportunity to explore a bit of Gander. I'm not going to try to wax poetic on the sites of this town as they are not extraordinary but I can say the hospitality of the local folk was noticeable.
Always willing to chat. Just plain friendly. I got the sense through my limited interaction that the residents here do not seem to be stressed out. I'm sure it exists but it's not outward showing like you find in other places around the planet.
I can definitely understand the lasting relationship built between the town and those forced to land in Gander during 9/11. The passengers of the planes were thrust into a situation only to be met with open arms and a smile. The stories are many of how the locals stepped to the plate and delivered what was needed to help those with no choice.
I think the world could use a bit more of that.
Because the airport seems to be a major focus here, today's picture is of the departure lounge of The Gander International Airport. It is all original 50s mid century design. One of the best persevered in the world, if not THE best. 99% Invisible did an exceptional podcast on this very subject.
Find it, take a listen.
