...cruising through retirement aboard S/V Beowulf, M/S Sandpiper and our "land yacht" Shorebird, a 210 Versatile Roadtrek.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Newfoundland14 - Avalon Peninsula2 - Mistaken Point
As our Parks guide explained, we had to take off our shoes and don booties because, while we were allowed to walk on the fossils, they were trying minimize our footprint, letting only the wind and sea take its toll. The fossil beds were created by volcanic eruption 450 million years ago and are the oldest multi-cellular fossils in existence as far as we know now. By establishing a reserve, not only are the fossils protected, but the barrens are included as well. After taking photos for an Earthcache, we began to walk back to the van, a much harder walk against a 30-35 kt breeze.
Plants along the path:
Iris, dewberry and crowberry (not yet ready) survive along the path and play their role in the ecology of our planet.
After a day like this, I understand the song of my childhood: "Oh Lord, My God, when I in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made....Then sings my soul..."
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Newfoundland13 - Avalon Peninsula1
With the fog beginning to roll in, I am standing at the eastern-most point at Cape Spear Lighthouse. Of course we came here to do a geocache, so off we went down a path and literally under the lighthouse. In the distance, we heard a whale blow three times. Strategically located, it also was a gun emplacement during WW II for the US.
Traveling down the Avalon Peninsula starts to get a little sparse as far as settlements are concerned. Our only opportunity for a campsite was Chance Cove Provincial Park, described as having no campsites, but it's okay to stay in the parking lot. Gettting to it was another deal: 6.0 km toward the coast over a very bumpy gravel road - washboard comes to mind. We thought we might be the only ones here... wrong. Six travel trailers were permanently set up and a couple more arrived after we did. Just over a rocky dune, the sound of large pebbles being swept and tumbled by the waves was as calming as a rocking chair. Numerous trails ran through the pines and across a marsh; some with warnings to stay away from the edges: a fall would mean landing on the rocks below.
Chance? |
6 km of gravel road - adventure...
The next day we stopped at the Interpretative Center for Cape Race and Mistaken Point. They weren't open yet so we drove down 20 kms on yet another gravel road to Cape Race Lighthouse and Marconi Station. This station was the first to hear the Titanic distress signal. It's an incredible site; the rock ledges uplifted out of the depths of the ocean with rock that began in either Europe or Africa a gazillion million years ago when continents were floating around. We found our geocache here and left a little something from Indiana. Back at the Interpretative Center we learned that the guided tours were full for the day so we signed up for the next day. This site is in the process of becoming a World Heritage Site and as a part of that, locals must be involved in the project. So, manning the center are locals who seem so delighted that anyone comes to see the fossils at Mistaken Point. They will tell you that they knew that they were there, but never knew how significant they were. And the experience is one I will never forget. Besides that, they told us to just park across the street for the night.
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Newfoundland12 - St John's
Our next port of call was St John's and the Pippy Park Campground, a very convenient park within the city. We looked at the sky and decided to do Witless Bay and Signal Hill while the sky was clear. Had we arrived via the long ferry earlier in the month we would have experienced three weeks of fog with a Low spinning offshore. We signed up with Gatherall's Tour because Molly Baun (smaller and closer) was not in business yet for the season.
As we motored out to Gull Island to see the puffins, we were entertained for 30 minutes or so by two humpback whales (mom and baby). The captain just moves along at about 4 knots and follows them around until they decide they have better things to do than amuse tourists.
I thought I had seen puffins back at Bonavista and Elliston Point, but, low and behold, a slow ride around Gull Island put us in view of 1000's of puffins and murres. Puffins use small burrows for their young; murres just put their eggs on the rocks. When their backs are turned to you, they are hiding their eggs. Flying around were also Black Guillemot and a couple of fulmars (difficult to see among all the other kittiwakes and gulls of all kinds). Shearwater were not to be seen since they stay at sea unless foggy. We did see scientists on the island conducting research.
Black-footed Kittiwakes |
Atlantic Puffins |
Murres and a few Razorbills
Enroute to Witless Bay, we saw this model harbour just off the road and could not resist taking a picture:
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After spending time at the Signal Hill Visitor's Center, we hiked up to Cabot Tower and I logged the Earthcache there. No wonder this is a good harbour: narrow entrance, excellent lookouts on both sides of the cut and a large, protected harbour. When we started in Western Newfoundland, the history was of Eskimos, Vikings and European fishermen. St John's is decidedly Irish. Lunch at the Celtic Hearth and I had Shepherd's Pie.
The next day after a couple of geocaches in the park, we visited the museum "The Rooms". The building, glass overlooking the harbour, is as impressive as the exhibits. This "legacy center" emphasizes those who came before, their hardships and how it affects who they are today. Notable for me at least are the etchings depicting life in Wesleyville outpost. Outposts were temporary camps set up by visiting fishermen in the season. Later, having brought wives and children, they became small villages. There are still some outposts in existence; but due to concern for their remoteness and the difficulty of adequate social services, most have been relocated to cities. They are, however, an intergal part of their province history. We drove out to Quidi Vidi, the closest outpost to St John's.
Quidi Vidi |
I had to do one more geocache before leaving St John's, so we searched for one on the way back up the hill to our van. We searched and searched. GPS was spinning in circles. However, on a hunch, I stuck my finger up the end of a steel handrail and there it was. A little magnet was holding it in place.
View from Signal Hill |
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Canadian Maritimes,
geocache,
Gull Island,
Newfoundland,
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St John's,
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