Compounding the confusion is the fact that once reaching this spot it can be momentarily difficult to locate the continuation of the trail. It continues on the other side of the bridge remnants, but some blowdown made it hard to find. Once on the trail again, though, it was easy to follow.
About half a kilometer farther and we suddenly came to the shoreline at Snug Harbour. The backcountry camp was immediately to our left as we approached the lakeshore. Suprisingly, even though the ranger had told us we had the only permit here for tonight, there was another group here.
Andrew at Snug Harbour camp
We decided to go a little farther along the shore at Snug Harbour to find a quiet place to camp. We ended up finding a decent spot on the actual pebbles of the beach, and a little bit of redistribution created a nice flat spot for the tent.
Camp at Snug Harbour
With beautiful late day sunlight coming in from the west, there was a great view out from the cove to the huge cliffs that mark the mouth of the fjord, now less than 2 kilometres from our location.
Snug Harbour and Western Brook Hill
We had mused about doing a quick ascent the following morning to the highpoint of the northern cliffs at the mouth of the fjord, where a stupendous view clearly awaited any visitors. We had heard that there is a herd path that leads up from Snug Harbour to the top of the cliffs, and just in case we decided to go ahead with this plan, we wandered along the shore of Snug Harbour, looking for signs of it.
As it turns out, there's an official hiker sign at the point where the path leaves the shore of the harbour, and a quick walk up a few metres of the trail reveals it to be of decent quality, at least in its lower sections. I marked the spot with a GPS waypoint and we returned to our camp.
Western Brook Hill
After a thoroughly scenic evening dinner, we hit the hay.
During the night, the wind picked up, causing the waters of the lake to bring short, choppy waves to our pebbled beach. In the tent, I couldn't tell if there was any danger of our tent getting swamped, so a quick peek out was needed to reassure myself that there was no danger of that. The skies had clouded over, and it wasn't obvious that we would get nice weather for a quick morning ascent to the clifftop.