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The interior "ponds" (there are, literally, tens of thousands of them) had some of the best windsurfing conditions of all, with winds on a few days reaching 30 knots. The water, of course, is much warmer than the ocean and all Eric needed for comfort was a neoprene vest and swim trunks. Eric practiced his freestyle moves on the windy but smooth waters of these lakes and ponds of the interiors, surrounded by huge forest or the caribou's vast tundra lands. Sometimes you might see a fisherman on these ponds, but it's a vast resource for water and wind that mostly goes unused through the short summer season.

Most nights found us back in St-John's exhausted from our long days. We got ready for the longer nights with coffee and dinner. Our nighttime host showed us around and introduced us to dozens of people that helped make our stay memorable and eventful. We ventured to the south coast a couple more times in search of wind and waves, but without much luck. It always seemed to be foggy, and the waves never really lived up to the forecast. That is probably because of the Grand Banks, located 50 or so miles out, which make the area one of the best fishing banks in the world. It cuts down the swell size and power before it reaches the coast. ThereŐs lots of potential, with several point and beach breaks that must get epic during those big hurricane swells that move up the east coast of the U.S. in the fall. We did find a great surf spot where I got my chance to fulfill MY dream to surf Newfoundland. The last place on earth I thought I'd be surfing, if you had asked me a year ago. The waves were small and the water was cold but the setting made up for it all.

"Half way through the day, a male Narwhal started following Eric around..."

Talking to Brad in St-John's one morning, he told us that he had been contacted by a movie production company to serve as a stand in for a feature movie about a surfer from Vancouver Island, B.C. that falls in love with a Newfoundland girl and follows her back out to Newfoundland. They were now filming the last scene to the movie, where the guy goes out surfing near icebergs with his buddy (sounded like us, minus the love part). Well, we happened to be in town with surfboards and wetsuits, so why not take the opportunity to make a little money in the meantime, so we agreed to do it. It ended up being the best luck we had the whole trip. We ended up back in Bay Roberts at our original iceberg for the filming. It was a beautiful and very warm day (28 C-luckily), I convinced the director to use Eric, a windsurfer, in the background. Brad and I were the surfers doing the scene. I think we spent 3 hours in the water that day.