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I am fascinated and in awe of Newfoundland and Labrador. This 'marvelous terrible place' (as the photography book by Yvn Momathuk and John Eastcott is named), captured my heart when many years ago I regularly travelled there for work. I recall times where I, along with my Newfoundland colleague, found ourselves sitting on the Trans Canada Highway for a couple of hours while the snow blew so fiercely across the land that the highway was closed due to zero visibility and it wasn't even snowing, or when the participants of my workshop in St. John's insisted I end early so I could get to Trinity safely before dusk so as not to be at risk of hitting a moose. Those were uniquely of this place - a landscape that ??? and people who care about anyone who sets foot here. I was drawn to return.
Jim's experience with Newfoundland is different from mine. He swears it is one of the best places on earth to sea kayak. Every couple of years he spends two weeks paddling the south coast or the northern tip of the Great Northern Penninsula, exploring remote communities, whales, sea birds, icebergs and other wildlife (like mosquitoes) on his journeys.
This trip was designed so we would travel for 10 days then he would meet up with his kayak buddy and I'd fly home while they paddled the south coast for an additional 10 days. Unfortunately that part of the trip had to be cancelled so we extended our time together.
In our typical travel style, we were packing up the car without a moment to spare as we set out on our Newfoundland adventure, heading up to North Sydney, NS to catch the Argentia ferry. Upon finding our cabin and settling in, Jim said to me, "Doesn't this feel a bit like living in a jar?' - an appropriate analogy for that space. After a uneventful 17-hour sail we buzzed off to Plancentia for a look-see and found a packed Philip's Cafe serving fish cakes and toutons. Our first breakfast in Newfoundland was a classic.
We bumped and rattled on the roads to the ecological reserve in Cape St. Mary's where it is reported to have over 200 foggy days a year. A one kilometer path leads to a gannet colony, the second colony we visited this summer when we were in Perce on the Gaspe Penninsula in Quebec. Over 500 feet above the cool north Atlantic, the scent of ocean, fog and birds mixing with the sound of the wind and birds
overlooks that are perched above the
rookeries offering fabulous views of a wide variety of birds. The noise
from thousands of birds, the scent of the ocean, fog and wind enhance
this experience.
Ferry ride
Cape Saint Mary's
Eli
St. John's -
Owshegettinonb'ys
Ya gat da face only a mutter could luv
Oh me nerves, de got me drove!
Jim's experience with Newfoundland is different from mine. He swears it is one of the best places on earth to sea kayak. Every couple of years he spends two weeks paddling the south coast or the northern tip of the Great Northern Penninsula, exploring remote communities, whales, sea birds, icebergs and other wildlife (like mosquitoes) on his journeys.
This trip was designed so we would travel for 10 days then he would meet up with his kayak buddy and I'd fly home while they paddled the south coast for an additional 10 days. Unfortunately that part of the trip had to be cancelled so we extended our time together.
In our typical travel style, we were packing up the car without a moment to spare as we set out on our Newfoundland adventure, heading up to North Sydney, NS to catch the Argentia ferry. Upon finding our cabin and settling in, Jim said to me, "Doesn't this feel a bit like living in a jar?' - an appropriate analogy for that space. After a uneventful 17-hour sail we buzzed off to Plancentia for a look-see and found a packed Philip's Cafe serving fish cakes and toutons. Our first breakfast in Newfoundland was a classic.
We bumped and rattled on the roads to the ecological reserve in Cape St. Mary's where it is reported to have over 200 foggy days a year. A one kilometer path leads to a gannet colony, the second colony we visited this summer when we were in Perce on the Gaspe Penninsula in Quebec. Over 500 feet above the cool north Atlantic, the scent of ocean, fog and birds mixing with the sound of the wind and birds
overlooks that are perched above the
rookeries offering fabulous views of a wide variety of birds. The noise
from thousands of birds, the scent of the ocean, fog and wind enhance
this experience.
Ferry ride
Cape Saint Mary's
Eli
St. John's -
Owshegettinonb'ys
Ya gat da face only a mutter could luv
Oh me nerves, de got me drove!
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