Fogo Island ~ Newfoundland Part Four


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On Fogo Island, the Town of Fogo Island is comprised of several small villages which used to be separate and unique defined largely by either their religion or ethnicity.  The villages: Fogo, Joe Batt’s Arm, Barr’d Island, Shoal Bay, Tilting, Seldom and Little Seldom were all amalgamated in 2011 forming one community in order to more efficiently provide services and a stronger regional voice politically.

Fogo Map

Fogo Island

The ferry to Fogo Island (round trip $22.25 Canadian!) operates on a first come, first served basis. We headed out really early from Twillingate and the hour long drive to the village of Farewell to hopefully be in line for the 9AM ferry.  It turns out I failed remedial reading and departure was set at 8:30AM. However, we did get there with lots of time to spare and easily made it on board.


The MV Legionnaire is a brand new ship and was nice and shiny.

On the Fogo Island side, the ferry docks just outside the village of Stag Harbour where we off-loaded and headed for the only RV campground on the island.  Within 10 minutes we were both grinning ear to ear already in love with this rocky place!  Getting to the campground we found a lovely spot on a rise overlooking Banks Cove in a mostly empty park. Bordered on one side by Brimstone Head and a much smaller rocky hill on the other this place is only lacking WIFI, although it can be had up by the Lions Club rec-hall at the top of the park.

First thing we did after hooking up was to hike the very steep, but largely staired, 338 ft climb up to the platform perched at the top of Brimstone Head.


Brimstone Head on the left with Banks Cove and our campground on the right.  Notice the stairs leading up to the platform.  Stairs and boardwalks are built all over Newfoundland and especially on Fogo to provide access as well as protect the bogs and fragile plant life.  

On the way up we stopped and had a long chat with Lorne Simms who pointed out her home near the trail just over on the other side from Banks Cove.  As we have already experienced, folks from Newfoundland are beyond friendly.  She told us to stop in for tea if we came by on a hike and offered her canoe if we wanted to paddle around the cove! In chatting with Newfoundlanders, Ed likes to say that in two minutes you are friends and in ten, family.

It was a very warm day, near 80*, hot by Newfie standards, and Ed decided he’d go for a swim just to prove he could.  After warming up he broke a chunk off the bit of iceberg just on the edge of the water and we had 15,000 year old ice for our cocktails 🙂


Marti insists that I did not swim but just dipped.  Call it what you will, it was cold. There was a Newfie fellow who did actually swim around for a good 15 minutes. This chunk of bergy bit provided us with a freezer full of ice for our cocktails.  The ice is so dense it does not absorb salt from the ocean.  Just rinse it off with fresh water and it’s good to go.


My legs are not normally purple.  It was COLD.

When we woke the next morning we could see a big iceberg just off the point of the next cove so we hiked out to take a closer look.  We sat for a long while just watching the icebergs. Giving different ones names so we would know which one was which, we talked about them as if they were dear friends.


We called this one the Matterhorn and it was with us for the entire week as it broke up and finally melted/floated away.

After about an hour we walked on around the point looking for the continuation of the trail we’d been told was there.  Not finding any kind of path Ed surprised the heck out of me and said let’s just go up and over!


It was remarkably steep and unlike most climbs we have done before, Ed found the footing very easy and secure and I did not.

When we first got to the campground I had a nice chat with the gentleman registering us. He informed me that there was a kitchen party here at the Lions Club Wednesday night and we should be sure to come as it was lots of fun with Newfie music, Newfie food (JamJams) and a 50/50. Oh, and of course we could also then be Screeched-In.  Ed in particular is always ready for a good time and so of course we headed up when the doors opened about 8:30.


Part of the Screeching-In ritual is reciting Newfie sayings and phrases.  For the life of me, I had no idea what Denny had said to me and my efforts to repeat it caused gales of laughter from the locals.  


The final step in the initiation to become an Honorary Newfoundlander (being Screeched-In) is to “Kiss the Cod”. He was frozen solid but still fishy.  You do what you have to do… We had a blast and have certificates to prove it.

Fogo Island is the largest of the Newfoundland Labrador offshore islands.  Originally a part of the French Coast, by the mid 1700’s the English and Irish were settling here and indeed the small town of Tilting on the northeast corner is to this day uniquely Irish and Roman Catholic.  In Tilting we visited the Dwyer Premises which offers a close look at the salt cod fishery process of old (for individual consumption the basics of the process has not changed).


Looking out from the Dwyer Premises to see the fishing stage and decking poles which are called longers, that make up the stage platform. The building is where the cod was split and salted, then a few days later the salt was washed off and the fish flakes laid out to dry in the sun and wind. Every night the pieces of fish were stacked and covered and laid out again the next day. The fishing of cod, salt preservation and extracting of cod liver oil was the whole reason for being in every village on Newfoundland.

Because there was an unnamed walking trail sign by a short dirt road we drove out to the little pullout next to a narrow path along Oliver’s Cove that was to be one of our prettiest hikes on the island.


Oliver’s Cove.  Marti just maybe might have found a rock she liked…

Our favorite village was Joe Batt’s Arm, and in all honesty it wins over Tilting because of Nicole’s Café!  As you dear readers have probably noted, we travel by our stomachs 🙂  If you’re on Fogo, DO NOT miss Nicole’s!  Everything is wonderful but the mussels are… WOW!


Fishing stages in Joe Batt’s Arm with the village across the water.

Just before heading to Fogo I had done a little Googling which is when I discovered that one of those really wonderful, off the beaten path, expensive inns I had seen one day while day-dreaming around the internet was actually here… on Fogo and in Joe Batt’s Arm!  Ed would not indulge me 😦


Zita Cobb left her home of Fogo Island at the age of 16, but after making millions in the dot com industry she returned to help the islanders she loved.  Long story short, she had this 29 suite inn built and decorated by local artists and workers.  It offers employment for up to 70 islanders and profits are used in many ways to help Fogo.  We have heard Newfoundlanders praise her efforts and express disdain that they could never afford to stay.  Personally Ed thinks it’s about the ugliest thing he ever saw.  The retired Coast Guard ice breaker is part of the recognition of Canada’s 150 year celebration . It is crossing from one coast to the other visiting communities along the way.  It was in town for the annual Dory Races in Joe Batt’s Arm.

We did the hike out to the Giant Auk sculpture and sat for a long time just watching the ice, waves and birds.


The Great Auk was hunted to extinction so now it gets a bronze statue to remember it by.  It is looking  towards Iceland where there is a matching Auk looking back. No, while big, they were not this big, but about 30″ tall.

Back in Fogo the village, we did the hike at Lion’s Den and also the hike up to Fogo Head.


Along the Lion’s Den Hike looking back to Shoal Tickle.  A tickle is a narrow and shallow passage of water that will “tickle” the bottom of your boat as you pass over if you aren’t careful.


Looking back at some of Fogo Village and Brimstone Head from Fogo Head. The pond is an old impoundment for the town’s water supply.

We watched icebergs for hours.  We had long conversations with the nicest people with the most wonderful accents (not all of which we completely understood).  We fell in love with an incredibly beautiful, quiet, rugged and magical spot populated with kind, caring, hard working honest folks.  We stayed 8 days…..a record for us.  This is a MVL (Must Visit List) place if ever there was one….but you must slow down and be content to just sit quietly for a long time to watch, see, absorb…..and to be rejuvenated.


That’s a big fishing boat, did you even notice it…  there is a reason there’s a huge Facebook Group following the Newfoundland icebergs.


Watching them, waiting for the moment a piece breaks off or it splits, the sound, a cannon-shot and then they roll over.  It becomes addictive, and peaceful.


Here, we happened to be looking in the right direction when a chunk fell off, we heard the sound and Ed started shooting.  I wish you could hear it.  Come to Newfoundland next June.


A bit of Joe Batt’s Arm.


The walk out to the Great Auk.  A 4.6K round trip.  Ed measured it.


Designed by the same architect as the Inn, this is the largest of four working artist’s studios around the island.


Detail of a small pool and rock on our walk out to the Auk. The water is stained by the peat and reflects clouds and sky nicely.


The interior of the fishing stage at Dwyers Premises


From the trailhead of Lion’s Den looking back at Fogo.


At the end of the day, after an unusual thunderstorm the clearing sky over our cove.


With apologies for the length of this post we offer you a little Maker’s Mark over 15,000 year old ice.


Twillingate ~ Newfoundland Part 3


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Please bear with me as I offer a word about this posting.  For those of you who follow us on a map….there are indeed a few miles (405 miles/653 kilometers) between the ferries from Labrador to the town of Twillingate where this posting begins. Having either covered the area before and/or because a lot of it’s on the TCH (Trans Canada Highway) and not a place which we explored or of which we took photos the decision was to skip ahead, soooo, here we go. You are not missing anything! 🙂

Welcome to Twillingate, Iceberg Capital of the World according to their signage and advertising and indeed there were a good number of icebergs to see.


Yes, there are a few icebergs.  It was a hazy day and they were a few miles off… but look at all that ice.

On the official Newfoundland map the Twillingate ~ New World Island area actually has its own enlargement which is quite handy as it covers three main islands, lots of coves, points and arms.   The roads for the most part are awful and we did arrive in the fog and mist soon to be rain, which wasn’t helpful, but hey we’ve learned, it is Newfoundland and the Sun will come out, tomorrow, tomorrow!  Hey, that’s a good idea for a song! 🙂

We stayed at Peyton’s Woods RV Park which has a laundry, and those can be a bit hard to find here so, yippee!   It is just a short drive from here out to the Long Point Lighthouse at Crow Head where there is also an elevated viewing platform.


A few hundred feet above the sea, the view from Long Point Lighthouse is grand, even with fog…  Even because of the fog.


Long Point Lighthouse.  Both times we were here, the lighthouse was closed. It is interesting to note however, that apparently the lighthouse is most unusual because it was designed and built for two families.

We drove down 340 and out the 345 arm to Tizzard’s Harbour and enjoyed the views and icebergs.  The landscape here is more mountains and tight coves with small villages tucked into little harbours.


Not really sure which place this is, but note as we have, the lack of pleasure boats.  All these boats are working boats.  So far on our visit to Newfoundland we have not seen a single non-working boat.

We especially enjoyed the little village of Valley Pond where we had a nice conversation with an older gentleman who wandered over to ask where we were from.  Chatting is something Newfoundlanders love to do as does my dear husband.  In fact, we have had the most delightful chats, both long and short, with many Newfie folks who might possibly be the friendliest people on the planet.


Over a ways to the left is where we had our nice chat with the man who lives in this house, cuts and stacks this wood and stays warm during the winter.

Over by Durrell just east of Twillingate town there’s the French Beach Trail which we took out towards French Head.


French Head.


Did you note that iceberg in the picture before?…  from French Head this is it next to Bacalhao Island nearly 8 miles away.  A big piece of ice and most of it is underwater. Yes, I have a telephoto lens.

The weather was not our friend and we did not cover this area as thoroughly as we generally do, we mostly just drove about the countryside. All prejudice aside, I do think these particular photographs of Eds are especially magnificent and I hope you enjoying seeing them more than reading my ramblings 🙂

Also, truth be told, while in Twillingate we had another place on our radar…. Next post, a ferry ride and Fogo Island!!


From Long Point Lighthouse it was very foggy but look at the iceberg ghost.


More foggy icebergs.  Aren’t they magical?


Long Point as the fog recedes.  You can’t believe the changes it makes moment to moment. Magic.


As the fog receded we walked around below the Long Point light.


Marti just can’t get over the fact that this is a big fat red milk bottle.  I guess you have to be old enough….


Seagulls get a front row seat to waves crashing.


This iceberg is still attached below water but has a gap that waves crash through.  Soon it will separate and roll over.


This the whole iceberg…  note the pale green underwater part and there’s a lot more we can’t see.


Near Valley Pond.


A bit of Canadian charm in Valley Pond.


On our hike around French Head it’s not always about the ocean.


We watched this iceberg float behind this island in about ten minutes.


The incredible mystical dance of light on 10,000 plus year old ice and billions of years old water, is beyond my ability to describe, so all you have to do is enjoy it.


The perfect picture.  A boat, a fishing stage, a light and an iceberg. It don’t get no better than this.


Well, maybe….  

Newfoundland Labrador ~ the Labrador Part


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When we started out on this summer’s adventure we always included Labrador because, well seriously how could we not drop in when this close?  What we did not actually register until being up here in Newfoundland, is that they come as a team.  This province is Newfoundland Labrador, and we now even have the flag sticker on the back of Whack-A-Mole Wheels to prove it 🙂

Driving to St. Barbe we bought our ferry ticket ($48.75 Canadian) for the 1 hour 45 minute ride to Blanc-Sablon which is actually in the province of Quebec.


Ed watched in astonishment as water poured out of the mouth of the ferry, MV Apollo into which we were about to drive.

However, literally a few miles up the road you’re in Labrador and shortly L’Anse au Clair.  Not putting to fine a point on it, the roads are CRAP!  We thought we’d seen the worst roads ever in Newfoundland but it turns out they’re running in second place!


Typical and it does get worse.

Hey, it’s an adventure 🙂


In L’Anse au Clair we checked into the Northern Light Inn & RV. The “RV” part is actually just a gravel parking lot, with water, electric & sewer across the street from the Inn and restaurant behind another building, but it works and once again we pretty much had the place to ourselves.


Campground view includes an iceberg, so all is good.

Still being mid-afternoon we headed up 510 to see what we could find.  The first thing that caught our eye was, L’Anse Amour.  Well yeah, “Love Cove” is a place to stop!  Turns out sometime back in the day the name was corrupted from the earlier name L’Anse aux Morts “Cove of the Dead” which probably is in reference to the many lives lost due to ship wrecks.  Interestingly however, the oldest known ceremonial burial in North America is found here.  Dating back 7,500 years is the stone burial chamber of a Maritime Archaic Indian adolescent. Carefully wrapped and placed face down, with a large flat stone on his lower back fires were lit around his body and offerings; a walrus tusk, harpoon head, painted stones and a bone whistle place alongside him.  Clearly he, or his death, was significant but no one knows why.


Completely innocuous, you could drive right past and never notice the oldest ceremonial burial site in North America.

Further out this potholed, narrow dirt road we came to the remains of one of the many shipwrecks in the Strait of Belle Isle.  The sort of fun part about this one is that just pieces are what are left after the British blew it up!


Bits and pieces from the shipwreck… sort of. Oh and if there is a picture of ocean water look for the white bits because it’s an iceberg. See it?

On August 8, 1922 the HMS Raleigh was either: running too fast and hit the rocks avoiding an iceberg OR the ship’s officers were drinking in celebration of their impending salmon fishing trip with the captain asleep elsewhere, when they ran aground not 200 yards from shore ripping a great gash in the belly of the ship.  Eleven lives were lost, but the remaining 680 officers and crew spent the night in every nook and cranny of the nearby Point Amour Lighthouse and surrounding buildings.  For several years after, the ship sat there looking fine (except for the 360 foot long tear in the bottom) and newspapers would run critical and humorous stories complete with pictures, about the negligence of the British officers.  Finally the Admiralty had had enough and sent the Navy to destroy it!


At the end of the road is Port Amour Lighthouse. The second tallest in all of Canada it was completed in 1857 and is 109 feet tall.  We arrived to discover not one, but two tour buses! Being late in the day we chatted with the nice lighthouse tour guides about when they opened and said we’d be back in the AM.


The Point Amour Lighthouse complex.  If you look carefully at the horizon, you can just make out Newfoundland across the strait.


We absolutely loved the red and green doors into and out of the lighthouse.

The next morning after our visit with the light we headed on northeast along the horrible potholed 510.  The Pinware River on its way to the Atlantic is a popular fishing challenge and we spent some time just enjoying its incredible beauty from the bridge high above.


Looking upstream into the hinterlands of Labrador from the 510 bridge notice that the Pinware River foam is brownish.  That’s from the peat bogs. Even our drinking water was stained tea-color.


Looking downstream from the 510 bridge, the Pinware River flows out to the ocean.


Red Bay was our destination and we arrived just in time for an early lunch at Whalers Restaurant where the fish ‘n chips are pretty darn good.


Red Bay, Labrador.  Our friend Suzanne who is also traveling in an RV like ours, came here a week behind us.  She wisely took the tour over to Saddle Island across the water there to view the old Basque whaling site and village. 

Fortified with food, I told Ed what I really wanted to do was head out the TLH (Trans-Labrador Highway).  Just under 775 miles long this is THE road in Labrador and vast amounts of it, particularly the eastern half where we were, are not paved and wild…. seriously wild, they’ll lend you a satellite phone if you’re traversing from one end to the other 🙂  We set out and WOW it’s pretty country!


Along the TLH looking out into beautiful country.  The white is snow not iceberg 🙂 

Back in Red Bay we went to the Right Whale Exhibit Museum which is excellent and like so many places we’ve been, we had it to ourselves. Red Bay was a major and important 16th Century whaling station for Basque fisherman starting in 1530.  For seventy years they came here in the spring hunted whales, processed the oil and returned back home for the winter! Can you even imagine?…


This is a nearly complete chalupa, a boat used by the Basque whalers to hunt and kill whales.  It was found in the harbor.


This is a flipper of the Right Whale.  They were called the Right Whales because they swam slowly, were easy to kill and floated when dead hence the “right whale”.  The mannequin is wearing attire copied from bits of clothing found in excavations here in Red Bay.  The barrels for the oil were all made onsite across the way on Saddle Island.

Labrador is basically uninhabited; really, we’re talking about 113,641 square miles of land with a population of 27,197 people! It’s wild and beautiful and empty, and someday we’d like to see it all, but unless we add a boat, plane, ATV, snowmobile and snowshoes to our collection and Inuit or Innu knowledge of the land it’s not likely to happen 🙂 For now however we suggest you put it on your MVL (Must Visit List).


The Captain slowly maneuvers the ferry into the dock in Blanc Sabon, Quebec avoiding the growler lurking beside us.  I asked him if he went to school to learn how do this and he said, he had done this 15,000 times…  


Almost all buildings in Labrador and Newfoundland, young and old have these holes or an open slot at the bottom of the storm windows to control condensation. One of the wonderful things about almost all the buildings in this part of the world is they have lace curtains.


The obligatory picture of Marti at the top of the lighthouse.  Some day she insists, it will be Ed.


Sometimes a photograph is better as black and white and besides it my photographic roots.


The walls at the base of the tower were six feet thick laid cut stone and narrowed as the tower went up.  The tower is a cone shape but the interior space remains the same width rising up. It’s a pretty amazing piece of construction.


And the stones were all cut by hand and keyed together. That’s a lot of tink tink tinking…


Here is where the Pinware River flows into the ocean.  Notice the icebergs?


The Pinware River from the TLH on the way to Red Bay.


The Trans-Labrador Highway is actually being paved slowly section by section.  The section we drove on was being prepared for paving this late Summer.  We gave up 51 kilometers into it but our friend Suzanne kept going all the way up to Lodge Bay, 77 kilometers away.


The recovery and restoration of this chalupa is amazing and the simplicity of its line is beautiful.  It’s very hard to imagine chasing down whales in a boat so small.


This is a diorama of the whale oil rendering ovens found on Saddle Island.


Fishing stage in the harbor of West St. Modeste. 


A pull off alongside 510…


In the Whaler Restaurant in Red Bay we are invited to pin where we are from.


Back at the ferry landing we wave goodbye to Labrador and you until our next post.




Newfoundland ~ Part Deux, Gros Morne


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Saying goodbye to the tippy-top of the Northern Peninsula we headed out in light fog for the 432 inland loop back towards 430 South on our way down to Gros Morne National Park.  Having just driven on past Gros Morne on the way up to L’Anse aux Meadows because the weather was so bad, we hoped things would be better now. Inland the sky was beautiful and sunny.  Of course when we got back to the coast the fog was well on its way to being pea soup thick.


Headed into pea soup fog…  oh well, it’s Newfoundland!

We settled into Gros Morne RV Campground in Rocky Harbour which while not a tourist town by US standards, it is more touristy then anyplace we’d been. The advantage with that is a wider selection of restaurants.  We did Earl’s which was fine although they know fish better than fried chicken.  The second night we went to Ocean View. I admit it, we can be a little snobby sometimes, but with real table linens, nothing served in plastic, complimentary dinner rolls, SEVERAL kinds of vegetables and good food….well it was a very nice 🙂

Note to RV’ers: we had low voltage issues at the campground.  We like to be tucked away if possible and so were at the end of the line which the owner acknowledged as the problem. We just didn’t brew coffee AND run the electric water heater at the same time and it worked ok.

The next day we had a reservation for the 11 o’clock boat tour on Western Brook Pond. It  is a lovely 3 kilometer walk from the parking lot to the boat launch & café at the mouth of this fjord. Naturally it was a foggy day as we headed out early with all fingers and toes crossed that the sun would do its thing and burn off at least most of it before our boat ride.  We got in line, headed up to the open top deck when boarding and they set out.


Lovely weather for a boat ride.

About 10 minutes into the 2 hour tour, the boat slowed almost to a standstill and they announced that the earlier tour boat ahead of us had just radioed back to say the ceiling had dropped completely to water level so we would be turning around and given a refund.  Back on shore I checked the weather forecast, whispered to the weather gods and booked the following day’s 12:30 trip.   Not ready to call it a day, we decided to walk at least part of the Snug Harbour Trail that’s just up from the boat launch.


Foggy days may suck for boat rides, but they are great for the colors of these woods.


The nice soft light of cloudy days really favors Ed’s new favorite flower, Bunchberry which is in the dogwood family and explains why when we first saw it we said to each other, “Baby Dogwoods???”

Heading back to Rocky Harbour and with the fog finally lifting we decided to drive out to the Lobster Cove Head Lighthouse.  The good citizens had long worried about the dangers their husbands, sons and neighbors had endured with only an oil lamp in a fellow fisherman’s home window offering guidance to those at sea. Finally this lighthouse opened in 1898 with a kerosene vapor lamp and a fifth-order dioptric lens maintained by keeper Robert Lewis, was sending out its life-saving flash ever 2 ½ seconds.


Lobster Cove Head Lighthouse only had three lightkeepers: Robert Lewis was the first keeper at an annual salary of $504 until 1902 when William Young succeeded him until 1941 when William’s son, George, became the third and final keeper of the light until 1969 when it was automated. 

We awoke to a beautiful sunny day and were so thankful our tour had been cancelled the day before!


Walking towards Western Brook Pond, it’s a better day for a boat ride. You can see the fjord’s opening.


Entering the Western Brook Pond fjord.  Technically it’s not a fjord because it has been cut off from the sea by rising land and is now all fresh water.  


Fjords are cut by glaciers which in this case pushed down the land and as the glacier retreated its weight was gone and the land rose to cut if off from the sea. Over time the salt water has been flushed out and replaced with fresh therefore it is no longer a technical fjord.

Wanting to sort of put a finish on the entire Western Brook experience we did the short walk out to where it flows into the Gulf of St. Lawrence.


Western Brook flows a short distance across the bog and down into the Gulf of St. Lawrence.

With another sunny day (yippee) we headed for the most southwestern section of Gros Morne to walk on the Earth’s mantle.  This part of the park known as the Tablelands reminded Ed of our desert southwest with its barren red rock.


A short walk out along the edge of the Tablelands is rock that is of the Earth’s mantle.

Pushed up from deep inside the earth by tectonic plate collision several hundred million years ago these mountains are peridotite, and very low in nutrients and calcium while high in heavy metals, magnesium and iron, hence unable to support plant life.


Pockets of green can be attributed to water and a lack of the heavy metals etc.

Before signing off I need to make a correction to our last posting and then a confession 🙂

I’m happy to say thank you to reader Deborah Gordon (via FaceBook) who not only corrected my location of the mini village in the Newfoundland ~ Part One post but also identified the artist,   ~  “That little mini village you photographed is directly across from my house and is actually in Ship Cove ( Cape Onion is on side of the point that runs parallel ). Built by Brian Decker as a community sponsored project, it’s meant to portray the old town, which still has some of those same buildings in it. Too bad you didn’t stop in for a cup of tea!”

Confession ~ I have taken things a bit out of order as far as our travels go.  In between these two blog postings Ed & I took the ferry over to Labrador for a very short visit.  We will share that adventure in our next installment, as well as lots more icebergs, beautiful hikes and wonderfully friendly folks.  We sure hope you continue to ride along!!



On our first walk out to the boat dock we encountered this yearling calf who was soon disinterested in all the gawkers so he just walked off.   There are over 120,000 moose on Newfoundland and all of them originate from four animals imported in 1904.


Foggy day walk to the boat…


Non foggy day walk to the boat. What a difference a day makes.


but what a beautiful walk we had in the misty, drizzly fog.


This is Cow Parsnip.  It’s all over Newfoundland and it’s pretty.  However, it is poisonous and will give you a nasty rash of blisters.  Don’t touch it.


Marti just loves the mosses and lichens and ferns and flowers etc, etc, etc…


On the sunny day’s walk in the bog Dragon’s Mouth.


In our family this is a big bugger but to geologists this is  known as an erratic.  A large stone dropped or deposited by retreating glaciers.


Pissing Mare Falls on Western Brook Pond.  Don’t blame us for the name…


The head of Western Brook Pond which by the way is neither a fjord or a pond.  It’s a big effing lake. The Brits called everything a pond back when they were naming places so it stuck.


The larger tour boat is in this photo.  Can you see it?  These cliffs are 2000 ft. tall.


We finished up our day on Green Point near Rocky Harbour.  Love the stratified rocks.


Gros Morne on our way to the Tablelands. Notice the snow on the distant mountains.


Tablelands, Marti may or may not have collected a rock, a particularly nice piece of Olivine/peridotite.


Trout River Pond in Gros Morne.


The village of Trout River at the end of the road in southwest Gros Morne.


Lobster Cove Head Lighthouse.


Ed peeks around the corner to say goodbye from our home, Whack-A-Mole Wheels.


Newfoundland ~ Part One


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Newfoundland (newfun LAND)  is an island and when driving an RV to an island the only way to get to it is via ferry, so we reserved a spot online.  Following the instructions to be there an hour before boarding, actually we made a point of being early, we arrived at the dock in North Sydney, Nova Scotia and were sent to lane 11 to queue up and wait our turn to drive onto the MV Blue Puttees bound for Channel-Port aux Basques, Newfoundland.


Waiting in queue as the 18 wheelers are loaded on to the MV Blue Puttees.  The vessel is named in honor of the Newfoundland Armed Forces in WWI who were nicknamed the Blue Puttees for the blue leggings (puttees) they wore over their boots.

After the 6 ½ hour crossing we off-loaded and headed straight for the nearest campground JT Cheeseman Provincial Park  where the sites are huge, private, with electric only but on both sides of the space and at least when we were there pretty much empty!  For you fellow RVers, the drinking water spigots all said boil before using, so we just didn’t use it.


The Long Range Mountains run up the entire Northern Peninsula and are an extension of the Appalachians.

We had decided to head for the Northern Peninsula and L’Anse aux Meadows first, so taking the TCH (Trans Canada Highway) to Corner Brook we picked up 450 driving out almost to the end of the road and Blow Me Down Provincial Park. The water here also required boiling.  Before getting there however we stopped at the Blow Me Down Nature Trail between Frenchman’s Cove and York Harbour.  A good distance from the parking lot is a lovely tall waterfall which doesn’t seem accessible but there is a trail that wonders off through the bog ending at what we’d call a river but the local kids we chatted with call a brook! We stayed there only long enough to get a photo as the blackflies were swarming near the water.


This is a  very popular local swimming hole and we passed lots of young people coming back, some wet, some not.  The water is cold snow melt.  You can’t see the blackflies, but trust us, they are there.

The next morning the weather was not in our favor, but very typical for Newfoundland, VERY low clouds/fog and misty.


Just a little fog…

The route up the Northern Peninsula is 430 running right along the coast. There’s a lot of construction on the first bit but one has to remember that with the winters here there’s a very small window to do any type of construction/repair work.  It was to our advantage actually because there wasn’t a lot of traffic and our short waits gave us a chance to look around before moving on up the road.


We could see the beautiful landscape even with the coming and going of the fog.

We stopped at the site of the 1919 wreck of the SS Ethie.  All crewmen and passengers were saved, including a baby that was transferred safely in a mailbag to waiting hands on shore but the ship lost.


Rusting bits are all that’s left of the SS Ethie.

We arrived at Port au Choix (Port ah Shuwwaaa) as the sky was clearing and checked into the Oceanside RV Park run by the United Towns Lions Club.  Situated right on the shore and with electric, water and wifi this is a no frills but wonderful location!  After picking our spot and marking it we headed into town.  Basque whalers in the 16thth century fished here and gave it the name Portuchoa meaning “little port”.


The Chaloupe, a vessel of Basque origins was used for hunting whales and fishing cod in the 16th century.  In Newfoundland, they have long disappeared.  The knowledge to construct them is still in use in Basque country in Spain, so in 2004 an association of Basque Maritime Heritage came over and three boats were built.  This is one of them.

Later this area was part of the “French Shore” given to France as exclusive fishing rights, but not as land for settlement, in the 1713 Treaty of Utrecht, and hence the French version of the name which translates to Port of Choice.  We stopped for dinner at Anchor Café where we not only had excellent fish chowder and really good pan fried cod, our friendly and fun waitress Norvalee told us about Pointe Riche Lighthouse.


The wooden “pepperpot” style Pointe Riche Lighthouse in Port au Choix built in 1892 to replace an earlier light.

Back at the campsite we walked around the huge, flat rocks that are the shore and discovered they are covered with fossils!  All in all, put Port au Choix on your MVL (Must Visit List).


One of hundreds of fossils we saw in the rocks of Port au Choix.  Ed thinks it is a bill of a swordfish-like billfish.  Marti is waiting for an expert’s opinion.


The next day was just plain ugly weather wise, and not much better the following day, but we headed on north anyway towards Eddie’s Cove where we saw our first iceberg!


It’s easy to get excited when it’s your very first iceberg.  Marti was very thrilled. Little did we know what was coming up North. This size is called a Growler.

At this point the road turns east inland where the fog and rain slowly faded away, then up to the northern tip of Newfoundland, splitting into four fingers of road.  We drove up 437 to Cape Onion where we saw more and bigger icebergs.


She’s a Happy Camper at Cape Onion the northernmost point in Newfoundland.

Then back down and out 436 to Quirpon and Viking RV Park where we settled in for the night.

To our great relief we woke to find the beautiful sunshine had remained and we quickly headed on up 436 to L’Anse aux Meadows a place that I was very excited to see.  Discovered in 1960 when Helge Ingstad and Anne Stine came to this area following their study of the Norse Sagas. They asked the village residents if they knew of any mounds or unusual shapes in the surrounding landscape.  Local George Decker took them to an area they all called the “old Indian camp”.  Excavations began and with the discovery of an unquestionably Norse made cloak pin the first European settlement in North America was confirmed, dating from 1,000 years ago!


L’Anse aux Meadows National Park.  The boardwalk leads you through the settlement excavation site over to the recreated village.  Once excavated and documented the sites were covered back up with dirt to preserve their integrity for future study but the outlines of the building foundations are quite clear.


…as you can see. Yes, that is snow on the hillside.


Walls constructed of peat are based on the foundation excavations, the roof design is taken from known styles recorded in Iceland. They are very substantial and on this nice day pretty cozy feeling.


Back down the south arm of 430 we went to St. Anthony where we discovered Lightkeepers Seafood Restaurant.  Put this on your MVL!  We had lunch here twice and even stayed an extra day to try their dinner menu!


Located on Fishing Point, the Fox Point lightkeeper’s home is now a restaurant.


Amazing Seafood Chowder, the best yet for lunch one day and Cod Tongues for dinner appetizers the next.  The Cod Tongues tasted OK but had a chewy texture.  BTW, they’re not really tongues but a muscle from the cheek. Did we mention the Iceberg Beer… oh, oh, oh and Moose Sliders.  Yum!

There is a gift shop and museum across the way as well and we had a wonderful time chatting with the owner as well as purchasing some of his mother’s homemade jams.  On one of our visits I also walked the short trail behind the restaurant where a large white X was painted on a rock.


Do you see it?

Turns out the “X Marks the Spot” where on August 10, 2009 Francis Patey threw his 2 page message about his hometown, inserted into a plastic soda bottle, into the ocean.  For 544 days it traveled along an unknown journey until being spotted and picked up on a Brittany, France beach by Joy Nash!  Francis had included his contact information and Joy did just that!  FUN!!


We visited the Grenfell Center where we learned about the amazing Dr. Wilfred Thomason Grenfell who in the late 19th and early 20th centuries fell in love with Newfoundland and Labrador and spent the rest of his life, along with his wife, doctoring, educating and supporting the peoples in these two incredibly remote and difficult environments by building hospitals and schools.

We sat and watched on a foggy wet Sunday as men worked at the end of a newly constructed rock pier doing something in the waters of St. Anthony harbour.  Watching through binoculars, I asked Ed “What do you think that yellow broken tube thing is?” one of the guys had taken out of a box, my clever husband says “Dynamite, that’s what they were doing, they’re going to blast under the water!”


Boooooom! Only when under the water it wasn’t much of a shock but lots and lots of bubbles. The drilling rig is shown on the right side of the photo.  A platform on the end of a long arm attached to a tracked vehicle.  They are blasting away a huge rock shoal to make the harbor deeper for container and cruise ships.  Good for the local economy but we are afraid it might destroy the charm of this small town.

Newfoundlanders call their island “The Rock” and true there is precious little soil on it, but we are having a wonderful time and hope you are enjoying our window into this beautiful place.  There’s a lot more to come and we can’t wait!


Bottle Cove at the end of 450 near our campground at Blow Me Down Provincial Park.


Pointe Riche Lighthouse.


Pointe Riche Lighthouse, again…


June 25th, and almost 11PM this far north and it’s still very light in the western sky.  This is from our campground in Port au Choix.


There are small cemeteries all over Newfoundland.  We think it’s because they are by denomination and most villages have at least two churches each with its own burial ground rather than community cemetery like at home.


A small tableau on a hummock in Cape Onion.  We have no idea who built it but it sure is cute and real looking.


The interior of the big house at L’Anse aux Meadows is fully outfitted with reenactors who answer your questions and perform the daily duties of life in the year 1000AD.


Some of the accoutrements of daily Norse life.  We are told they are only Viking if they are off killing and pillaging. 🙂


Detail of an entrance and the sod construction. They cut the peat four miles away so as not to disturb the integrity of the site. The walls are three feet thick.


We saw what we think are Minke (minky) whales feeding in the bay of St. Anthony Bight.  These are the only whales we have seen because as we have been told, the capelin are still out at sea and the whales are there feeding on them.  There is no cod inshore yet either for the same reason.  The local fishermen are getting very restless.


Evening at the harbor of St. Carols, near St. Anthony.


Marti went for a walk after dinner at the Lightkeepers.  Fog, as usual is coming and going which makes for beautiful light, sometimes.


Ed looking very Viking-like.  Kevin says, “Keep your shield up or I’ll ring your bell Dad!” For those who don’t know, our son Kevin was a member of the Society for Creative Anachronism and participated in the Pennsic Wars as a teenager.




Nova Scotia ~ Our Return


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Forty-four Junes ago Ed and I went to Nova Scotia for our honeymoon staying in Halifax for five nights.  Even though we didn’t get off the southern hard coast much, we loved it and always wanted to come again. Now, after all these years we have made it back. However, having never seen the icebergs in Newfoundland, we decided they were a priority and not having a good idea about how long into summer they last and knowing we have to pass back this way, we cut our visit here short. So, we jumped onto the Trans Canada to circle Cape Breton on the way to North Sydney and the ferry, but I am getting ahead of myself…


The first thing we noticed is the red dirt of PEI is gone but still pretty.

Coming into the province from New Brunswick on the Trans Canada Hwy 104 we took 302 just outside of Amherst over to 242, the scenic route heading for Joggins Fossil Cliffs.  Large seams of coal were the big draw here starting back in 1686, but the fossil record of the 310 million year old rainforest ecosystem is what earned the cliffs a UNESCO World Heritage Site designation.


A nice example of Stigmaria, fossilized tree roots of a lycopsid tree.

Running back on Collector Highway 242 to 320 and then Trunk Highway 2 we drove through huge hills or perhaps little mountains covered with forests with a lovely mix of conifers and deciduous trees.  As near as I can figure it, “collector” is like our general route, “trunk” is like a county route, provincial is equal to state and then there’s the Trans Canada which even though the number changes is equal to our interstates.


The lighthouse at Five Islands Park.

We were headed to Truro to see the tidal bore created as the Bay of Fundy tide flows up the Salmon River.  A tidal bore is created when the incoming tide flows into a narrow river or bay of out flowing water with enough force to create a wave.  Depending on the size of the tide, as you probably know they vary with the moon, season, and wind force, a tidal bore maybe several inches or many feet tall.  While not an overwhelming sight, it was still very cool to watch and see it roll up the river past us.


Here it comes!

We drove to Whycocomagh Provincial Park where we were practically the only folks there. Having arrived with lots of daylight to spare we headed out for the ferry at Little Narrows.


This is a cabled ferry but not like our White’s Ferry boat at home, the Gen. Jubal A. Early.

For $7 we crossed and headed off on what the map has marked as a scenic route and a place called Washabuck Center.  Who could resist?  We didn’t know for sure where we went but it turns out there are also Upper Washabuck and Lower Washabuck and somewhere in the middle is perhaps the worst road we’ve ever been on!  A car passed us at one point and you should have seen the shocked look on the driver’s face when he saw us in our RV!  We survived and so did Whack-A-Mole Wheels 🙂


This is before the road really got bad and we have since encountered much worse.

NOTE: Fellow campers, we have stayed in a growing number of provincial parks which range from dry camping to 3-way (water, electric, sewer) sites and most are very nice. Be sure to check them out.

The Cabot Trail around Cape Breton Highlands National Park of Canada is a world famous drive and with good reason.


The Highlands, as they are called, are an extension of the Appalachian Mountains and a plateau.  The interior holding no roads or development and very few trails is a wilderness.  This is the Aspy Fault which was created in the Ordovician period when two continental plates collided forming the Appalachians.

We headed north to do the route counter-clockwise planning to catch the ferry to Newfoundland at North Sydney on the eastern side of Nova Scotia.  From the road we spied the Calvin United Whale Cove Cemetery on the hillside at Margaree Harbour and headed out the dirt road for a look.


Just bury me here because this is the view…


behind to the left…


and behind to the right.  Look how pristine the water is.

We spent two nights at Hideaway Campground & Oyster Market at Dingwall were we not only had a lovely view, but a good dinner of their farm raised oysters and very sweet lobster off their son’s boat.


Our view from the bench where we enjoyed our wine in the evening at Hideaway Campground.

We diverted off the Cabot Trail and headed further up the northern peninsula for the village of Capstick where the paved road ends and then on up the dirt road to Meat Cove the most northern community in Nova Scotia and the tip of the province.


Bay St. Lawrence on the way to Capstick.


The village of Meat Cove is the end of the road in Nova Scotia.

On the way back we stopped at Cabot’s Landing Provincial Park on Aspy Bay where some believe John Cabot landed in 1497.  There is little known for sure and some disagreement, but suffice to say everyone agrees he was the first European to land in North America except for the Norsemen but that’s an upcoming blog post 🙂


This is the suspected landing site of John Cabot’s expedition in 1497.


Dingwall Harbour on a quiet Sunday morning.

We spent this night at Broad Cove Campground back in the national park, and suggest fellow campers, that it also be a stop for the night on your trip.

On the eastern side of the Cabot Trail the roads are rougher, much steeper and not as pretty.  Maybe in the future they’ll be improved like those bits under construction over on the western side. We did take a short walk at Cape Smokey and saw Lady Slippers!


This is a wide section of path on Cape Smokey, but…


there are Lady Slippers.

Next blog posting…..Newfoundland!


Embedded in the cliff at Joggins Fossils Cliffs is a section of tree trunk.


A piece of Stigmaria fossil that shows the pith of the root.


Inverness Beach Boardwalk at Inverness, Nova Scotia.


Into the Highlands of Cape Breton.  We ate lunch along the small cove in this photo.


There are four languages spoken on Cape Breton: English, Gaelic, French and Mi’kmaq. This is in English and Gaelic though.


Dingwall Harbour.


Marker for John Cabot’s landing.


Fog cascading over the highlands along the road to Cape North and Meat Cove.


Green Cove where we stopped to have lunch.


At Green Cove there is a terrific example of granite intrusions (pink) into cracks in the gneiss bedrock.


Cape Smokey.


Meat Cove proper.  Not much once you get here but the drive and views are really nice.





Prince Edward Island ~ Red, Green & Blue


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From New Brunswick we headed across the 8 mile long Confederation Bridge which since it’s opening in 1997 has opened Prince Edward Island (PEI) to easy accessibility, something that was actually put to a vote by the citizens before construction could begin!  At the visitor center we discovered that at least for tourists, the island is “divided” into touring sections, Points East Coastal Drive, Central Coastal Drive and the North Cape Coastal Drive.  Having now done a lot of it, they do indeed each have a different feel to them.  The one thing that is very consistent however, are the colors of PEI: RED ~ GREEN ~ BLUE.


Look how crystal clear the water is.

Crossing over the bridge deposits one on the southern Red Sands Shore of the central section where we headed east following the mapped coastal road (it varies from 10 to Trans Canada Highway to 19) arriving at the cute town of Victoria just about lunch time.  The Lobster Barn Pub & Eatery had those magic words lobster and pub so of course in we went 🙂  Put it on your list if you get this way…YUM!

Continuing on along the coast to just outside of the capital city of Charlottetown we headed northwest towards New Glasgow Highlands Campground where we had reservations for the next couple of nights.  Fellow RVer’s put this place on your list, not only is it private, pretty, and have all the amenities, we can’t say enough about how wonderful the owners Marlene and Les are.


It’s never a good thing to hear a loud “BANG!!” come from the rear end, but we knew right away what it was and actually had the spare part.  The wonderful campground owner, Les Andrews let us park in front of his garage, loaned us his pump jack, some extra tools and a roller cart so Ed could replace the sway bar bracket that broke in two places. Welcome to the people of PEI!

The red (due to iron-oxide i.e.rust) sandy soil of PEI, the warm summers, cold winters and moisture retaining ability of the dirt is perfect for growing potatoes.  In fact it is so perfect that they are the top producer of excellent spuds in all of Canada.  With our visit coinciding with spring, the turned, hilled red earth of the potato fields in the surrounding, incredibly green rolling countryside was quite unlike any other landscape we’ve seen.


This is as close as we got to capturing the ethereal green, rich red and deep blue of the sky.  It doesn’t come close.

Almost every time we told anyone that we were coming to PEI the response from females was, “Oh that was/is my favorite book!” or “Oh I have always wanted to see PEI and Anne’s home!” or “You are going to Green Gables aren’t you?”  As a child I too, of course, read Lucy Maude Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables and clearly having so many of our dear readers in love with Anne’s story we thought that we’d better go, and we did 🙂


Green Gables


Anne’s bedroom

Blue is also the color of Prince Edward Island, water and sky.  To the north is the Gulf of St. Lawrence and along the southern shore the Northumberland Strait. Scattered all about are streams and rivers flowing out the many fingers into the coves and bays which form the picturesque harbors for the many fishing vessels that produce PEI’s other main crop, shellfish.  While lobster is the main crop they also farm oysters and their famously delicious mussels.


Unloaded and headed for his slip.


Oysters and mussels are extensively farmed in the cold, clean and quiet waters of PEI’s coves and rivers.


…and we did our best to help the local fisherman. This was at The Blue Mussel Cafe in North Rustico where we sat on the rooftop deck.  Put it on your MVL.

We drove up the North Cape which is heavily Acadian.  Acadia, (New France) was the colony settled by the French in Northeastern America as early as the mid 1500’s.  By the mid 1700’s and years of fighting with the English the Acadians were forcibly removed or fled to among other places Louisiana and New Orleans, hence the strong Acadian (Cajun) influence in that area. The history of the Acadian people in this whole region is rich with strife, suffering, conflict and compromise which was just finally completely settled in 2003.  We leave it to you to do some very interesting reading.

The North end of the island has very few towns or people. It is considerably more flat and we did not find it nearly as pretty, but our visit to The Wind Energy Institute of Canada was interesting.


When you see those big windmills with that little thing on top?  This is that thing and it’s called a nacelle.  It is where the spinning motion of the blades is converted to electrical energy and sent to the main power grid. Each of the three blades attaches to the hole behind Ed.


This is a single blade.  It is 90 ft. long.

We stopped at Cedar Dunes Provincial Park to see the West Point Lighthouse where we enjoyed seeing the small museum as we climbed to the top.


On the backside of the West Point Light is a two storey arm of hotel rooms. You can also stay in one room in the lighthouse, but we saw the room and it ain’t worth the money and doesn’t feel like a lighthouse.


Nobody bigger than Ed is getting through this hatch into the lightroom at the top.

We had thought to spend the night at Linkletter Provincial Park but with the recent rains it was a bit of a swamp so we chose not to and headed back to New Glasgow Highlands.

Next morning we headed east on the coastal road crossing into the Points East section of the island.  We took the short side trip to Red Head Harbor on St. Peters Bay and the prettiest harbor yet.


Classic, quiet and beautiful.

Directly across the bay is Greenwich, PEI National Park where we did the fabulous boardwalk trip out to the shore.  Put this in on your MVL (Must Visit List).


One of our prettiest walks ever.  The boardwalk floats across the large shallow pond behind the dunes.

We stopped at the East Point Lighthouse and later stopped at Basin Head and paid to see the Fisheries Museum…really sad ( they did try though), unfortunately, don’t waste your money.  At Red Point Provincial Park we stopped for the night.  It presented some serious leveling issues but the view was pretty and I literally ran about a quarter of a mile to see Northern Gannets diving for their dinner…..really fun 🙂


The squawking and carrying on as they dive bombed for dinner was one of the coolest things Marti ever saw.

Our last morning we ate at the Blue Fin in Souris where Ed ordered the Hungry Man Breakfast and it was more than he could finish.  Continuing down the coastal road to Charlottetown we walked around the old section and stopped for a drink and shared a good lobster dip at the John Brown Richmond Street Grill.  We like this town and it would have been fun to spend more time poking around.


This street is closed to traffic during the season and we were there just in time for the beginning of the season. Down here is John Brown Richmond Street Grill.

Ed and I have heard nothing but rave reviews about Prince Edward Island for years and we are very happy to have spent a week seeing the sights.  We met many friendly people, saw gorgeous farm country, quaint harbors, lots of lighthouses and had some very good seafood.  No trip to the Canadian Maritimes would be complete without a tour of PEI, and yet we don’t feel the desire to explore it further.  Can’t say why, just the way we feel.  That being said we’re sure most folks will love it, especially the Central Coast so do put it on your MVL!


Victoria, a small and very quaint fishing village in the Central Coast region.


and a similar scene in Red Head Harbor.


Red sandstone cliffs eroding creates the red beaches and muddy waters.


This buggy parked outside of Green Gables has a straw hat with red braids attached for tourist to put on and pretend they are Anne.  No.


In Green Gable’s kitchen is this wood stove which is pretty rare and very low to the floor for heating.


Walking off that chowder and mussels lunch in North Rustico.


There are churches everywhere on PEI.  Almost all of them are classically, exquisitely beautiful, all with tall steeples.


St. Patrick’s Roman Catholic Church.


The coming and going of the workboats and the expert skippering of them is a real ballet on the water as they come in to unload their lobster catch.




… and then there’s kids being kids at Northport pier. That water was really cold, they practically bounced off it screaming, “Cold, cold, cold!!!”. But five minutes later they did it again.


Lobster boats coming in is just a classic PEI scene on the water.  We were told that a commercial lobstering license trades for approximately $1,000,000. The government only issued so many and they only become available as a waterman retires and has not passed it on to his heirs.  Unlike, the USA, there is a season for fishing lobsters, cod and snow crabs.  With lobster at $7 a pound at the dock the men are currently doing pretty well.


Green, red and blue.  Oh, and dandelions are EVERYWHERE!


This is designated a Heritage Farm and we think it’s because they grow the best dandelions.  No kidding, this scene repeats itself everywhere on PEI.  We have never seen so many dandelions.


Along the floating Greenwich Boardwalk.


Looking over the dunes down to the beach, where…


Marti found some broken lobster trap bits.  The rectangular openings are intended as escape portals for little lobsters who used to get attacked and killed by the bigger lobsters who were also caught in the trap.  Really. BTW, Marti wants you to know those bumps in her pockets are water bottles and not rocks, which she is reputed to pick up.


East Point Lighthouse.


The day is done at Northport Harbor.  The watermen make an extremely hard and dangerous job look so easy and fun when the weather is pretty. Most of us wouldn’t last a half a day.


The view from atop the West Point Lighthouse.


Ed, your bus driver doing half his job. His other job is bartending and Marti says he’s very good at it.  We will catch you on the next province, Nova Scotia.

New Brunswick, Canada ~ Starting the Maritimes


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Ed & I have decided we’re still so far behind in our posting (folks following us on Facebook are rightfully confused by comments about things a thousand miles away from blog postings) that we’re going to jump to where we are traveling now.  That being said, I must insert a thank you to some friends and some places we suggest you visit 🙂

Kentucky in general, but specifically:

1st Paducah, Kentucky ~ something about the atmosphere in this cute town, the great collection of restaurants and the beautiful National Quilt Museum,  (yes, you men will enjoy it too!) we both really liked.

2nd Bardstown ~ fantastic old homes and Hadorn’s Bakery on Flaget Street, home of the yum yum and boy is it!

3rd The Bourbon Trail pick your favorites and bring your wallet also do the cooperage tour at ISC in Lebanon (yes the owner was just arrested for fondling a maid in a DC hotel)


So much bourbon, so little money in my wallet…

4th The beautiful Kentucky countryside from one end to the other.

Virginia’s western side:

1st In the toe of Virginia near Duffield stop and see the REALLY COOL Natural Bridge State Park.  Only downer was a train didn’t come through while we were there.


Marti thought this was one of the coolest places ever.  It helped that there was no one there but us.

2nd Lexington ~ fantastic old homes, good restaurants, and Washington and Lee University where we learned more about old George and Robert E. then we’ve ever known.  In our top 5 places to consider living!


The Lee Chapel at Washington and Lee University in Lexington, Virginia.

THANK YOU good friends!

RV buddies Cheryl & Ron for inviting us to hideout from BIG storms in western Kentucky at their lovely home and wonderful screened porch.  Ed’s sister Judy for her home and washing machine and sister Susan &  husband John for always welcoming our fly-by visits. Carolyn at Loch Moy Farm for once again being our “home” when we’re home.  Hilarie for letting us interrupt her busy schedule, introducing us to Jeffrey, and always remembering our Scott.  Last but not least, DeWitt & Paula at the High Street B&B where lobster and clocks are always on time 🙂


Wild clouds at Loch Moy Farm in Maryland where our friend Carolyn operates the Maryland Horse Trials and lets us stay when we are home.

This summer we’re working at fulfilling a long time wish of Ed’s, seeing the Canadian Maritimes.  Passing through Maine into New Brunswick at the Calais/St. Stephen border crossing we had a very friendly border agent who asked the usual questions, chatted about our plans, and excused the tax on our excessive quantities of alcohol!  Nice man 🙂

Our first night was at the Century Farm Family Campground in St. Martins, New Brunswick, Canada.  We stopped here specifically to see the sea caves.  Located on the Bay of Fundy where the world’s biggest tide comes in and out approximately every six hours these sandstone caves are a fun walk, but bring your waterproof shoes!


There is a fast flowing stream between here and there so you are going to get your feet wet getting over to go inside.

The Caves Restaurant right there proclaims their World Famous Chowder for when you’re finished your walk about. It’s good, but they may be over advertising a bit.  A fun surprise was a short visit with our back home walking friends Ken and Margaret who happened to be here for a week long Road Scholar adventure!  It’s a small world!

Next day after popping back to the caves to see them at high tide, we drove out RT. 111 towards Sussex.  On the way we saw a sign for a covered bridge (they’re a lot in this area apparently) so we headed down the road.  It was very bumpy (something we’ve come to expect ALL OVER the Maritimes), and before too long just before the bridge we came to a height measure bar marked 3.7meters.  Checking Google we saw that’s 12.1391 feet, we’re 11’3” so staying right in the middle we slowly went on through.


Tight fit down a horrible road but what a pretty place.

At Sussex we had a short walk around town and changed some American dollars for Canadian.  It’s a good time to travel to Canada 🙂


In Sussex, the potash mines closed a number of years ago so the town came up with the idea of murals on the walls of many town buildings to attract tourists.

From Sussex on Rt. 1N to 114 we headed to Fundy National Park, stopping to do a short bit of the Caribou Plain Boardwalk, then on to our campground at Ponderosa Pines Campground at Hopewell Cape.


Caribou Plain Boardwalk, too bad the weather was not prettier.

The main reason we came here was to see the Hopewell Rocks.  Sedimentary, conglomerate and sandstone these formations have been and will of course continue to be, cut by the enormous tides of the Bay of Fundy.


A 37 foot tide allows us to walk on the bottom of the Bay of Fundy.  These formations are called Flower Pots because of the trees and plants growing on top.

We drove the very rough Fundy Scenic Route 915 to Mary’s Point Rd and around the loop back to 915 and then down to Cape Enrage.  While it was ridiculously windy we still enjoyed seeing the lighthouse which has been saved and maintained by the non-profit Cape Enrage Interpretive Center Inc.


A two mile long hidden rock reef stretches out into Chignecto Bay and was the end of many ships and sailors until this light was placed here in 1838. It is the oldest lighthouse in New Brunswick.

Back at Fundy National Park we drove the Point Wolfe Road, which was at one time the site of the Point Wolfe Logging Mill and Village.


Point Wolfe Covered Bridge

In planning our trip we had only thought of passing quickly through New Brunswick as it’s how one “gets here from there” but we’re pleased we slowed down a bit as we enjoyed what we saw, and realize we should maybe look around more another time.


This scruffy guy got to dip his own bottles in the signature red wax at the Maker’s Mark Distillery in Loretto, Kentucky.


An evening lakeside with sunshine at our campground near Augusta, Maine on our way to Canada.  We heard loons calling that night.  What a lovely sound.


The Sea Caves in St. Martins, New Brunswick.


Looking out from one of the caves, you can see the stream you have to cross to get here.


It was very muddy and very slippery but around the point were these other caves.


Ed coming through the covered bridge at the harbor at St. Martins.  Nobody is going fishing anywhere at low tide.


A three story mural in Sussex, New Brunswick.


Busy beavers on the Caribou Plain walk.


Marti enjoys the view at the Fundy National Park from chairs that are provided at nice viewpoints by the National and Provincial parks systems.


Hopewell Rocks.


More flower pots at Hopewell Rocks.


Tide out….


Tide in the next morning.


Shepody Creek at Daniels Flats at Hopewell Rocks. Tide out…


and tide in…


Guess who at Cape Enrage.  Boy was it windy and cold.  It’s June 5th…


There’s a nice little restaurant at Cape Enrage where we shared lobster roll and our first fiddleheads. Fiddleheads are a fern as it first emerges in the Spring.  If not cooked correctly eating them will cause “tummy distress” as our waitress said.  All we can say is that they taste GREEN.


Looking out a window in the Point Wolfe covered bridge.

Big Bend, Texas ~ It’s Big!


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UP FRONT WARNING…This is a LONG post but Ed’s photos are worth it!

In our travels we have often crossed & visited in Texas, and if you’ve ever done this you know how long the crossing can take 🙂  but we’ve not made it down to Big Bend until this April.  Tucked down in the very bottom southwestern toe it’s a place you go to rather than happen through.

Coming from the east and with our timing putting us in the area headed into a weekend we decided to stay on US 90 over to ST RT 118 and Davis Mountain State Park for the night.  Being noon when we came to the little town of Marathon we stopped for lunch at Oasis Café.  Angie does her serious magic in the kitchen and Phoebe, who also does movie-extra work, is the fun waitress, hostess, cashier etc. Put this place on your MVL (Must Visit List) YUMMERS!  Oh and come HUNGRY!20170406-20170406_125147

Davis Mountain State Park is nice enough although we did have to do some serious leveling. The drive around the Davis Mountains on 118 both to the park and beyond is lovely.


We asked some guys on the side of the road at a driveway but they didn’t know the name of the mountain either… pretty though.  Basically, it’s the backside of Ft. Davis mountains.

We also walked the old Fort Davis National Historic Site which as one of the last and best remaining frontier forts was interesting.  From 1854 to 1861 troops spent most of their time pursuing Comanches, Apaches and Kiowas and after the Civil War in 1867 until 1885 Buffalo Soldiers served here with distinction.


Ft. Davis was sited here because this is a box canyon that provided better defense and had water.

Oh and after you get all that exercise walking the fort stop at Caboose Ice Cream across the street, 2 scoops is almost more than one can eat 🙂

There are 3 paved roads into Big Bend National Park all going south from US 90: coming from the east, US 385 from Marathon (90 miles), State 118 from Alpine (81 miles) and from Marfa US 67 (129 miles).

Side note:  Alpine is the biggest town and home to Museum of the Big Bend on the campus of Sul Ross State University.  Go!  It’s small and involves lots of reading but covers from fossil prehistory to today and is very interesting.

Actually, 67 goes to Presidio on the Texas-Mexico border where you hang a left onto 170 which goes to Big Bend Ranch State Park and then eventually to the bottom of 118 and Big Bend National Park! This is the route we took.  Big Bend Ranch State Park’s webpage says “Welcome to the other side of nowhere” and they ain’t kidding 🙂  The road leading in goes through very poor country, 20170409-_EKP4044-Panobut it becomes impressive with incredibly huge steep mountains and in places on the Mexican side of the Rio Grande a natural sheer wall over 1,000 feet tall! The influence of the river offers sections of lush green but the overwhelming lack of moisture and heat draws a visible line where the desert takes over.


Mexico – Texas, Rio Grande River between us.

We set up camp for the next two nights at BJ’s RV Park in Terlingua, which lies between the two, state and national, Big Bend parks.  No resort but hey, it works 🙂

I will interject an IMPORTANT NOTE here….after Presidio, if you drive a diesel there are only TWO places it can be had south of US 90;  Terlingua/Study Butte and Panther Gap in the National Park.  While we were there, Terlingua’s pumps were broken and one of the two at Panther Gap!  WHEEEE!!

In Big Bend National Park and down the Ross Maxwell Scenic Drive we did the short walk out the Lower Burro Mesa Pour-off Trail.


After a rainstorm, the water run-off would pour down and over that black edge. Not today…

While it was disappointing although not surprising that there was no water to see we encountered a lovely intoxicating scent in the air and we had discovered the Desert Willow in bloom.


Lovely to see, magnificent to smell.

Driving on down to the end of Ross Maxwell Drive to Santa Elena Canyon we hiked the trail back along the Rio Grande River next to the sheer 1,500 ft. Mexican wall.


Mexico to the left of the gorge cut by the Rio Grande River and the USA to the right. The river flows out of the cut and turns to the left… Just astonishing.


All the way in on the trail this was the end without getting wet.  Many kayakers passed us paddling downstream.

Leaving BJ’s to actually camp inside Big Bend National Park we found a wonderful campsite at the Rio Grande Village where we dry camped in a site where we just fit but, it was mostly shady, lots of room around us, a back-in site on the outer row so nobody behind AND level…SCORE!


We were very happy here.


Vermillion Flycatchers…  Mr. in his flamboyant color and Mrs. in her lovely subtle color had a nest directly over our picnic table. What beautiful and pleasant neighbors.

The eastern end of Big Bend is where the Rio Grande goes into the Boquillas (bo KEY yes) Canyon.  The walk here has more shade and a nice breeze so we enjoyed our lunch next to the river before going back as far as possible.


Headed into the Boquillas Canyon hike.  The Rio Grande is never very wide here. Mexico on the right, USA on the left.

Just about 7 miles from the trail at Boquillas Canyon there is the Boquillas Border Crossing, the only legal crossing in the 350 miles between Presidio and Del Rio.  With a fenced, lockable road to the fenced, lockable building where a US Park Ranger has the duty of checking everyone’s passport, informing folks that the gates are closed at such and such time and that the only way across is to wade through the Rio Grande or for $5 round trip cash only, one of the Mexicans on the other side will row over, pick you up and take you across.  Once on the other side, in Mexico, it’s a long dusty walk or for $5 a horseback ride or for $8 a pickup truck ride up to little Boquillas Del Carmen where tourists flock for breakfast or lunch and a visit to Mexico.


Many modes of transportation on the Mexican side of the river.

When you come back the Park Ranger inserts your passport into a special machine, you pick up the attached phone and answer the Border Patrol Agents questions while they observe you through their camera!


However, just back down at the Boquillas Canyon Trail there are little “stands” of trinkets displayed by the Mexicans who have just waded across the river to place their wares for American tourists to buy. There are signs and notices everywhere telling us not to buy these crafts as it encourages the illegal crossing of the Mexicans trying to make a buck.


This Mexican gentleman just waded across the Rio Grande to sell his wares. He will go home to Mexico shortly.  Seven miles down the road, Americans go through the Border Control Point ( which cost us $3.7 million to build) to have a bite to eat in Mexico and say we did.

As a treat we decided to stay for a night at the Chisos Mountains Lodge for our last night in Big Bend.


We just by happenstance got the very last room and it was in the old original and rustic section of rooms but it was charming.

The Chisos Mountains being big mountains get a lot more rain than the surrounding desert and are strikingly beautiful.  They are central in the park and the biggest draw for visitors, especially hikers.


Those bigass mountains are the Chisos in the early morning haze of changing weather.

We hiked the wonderful Lost Mine Trail and had a fun conversation with a mom and her delightful son Luke, who goes to Pyle Middle School in Bethesda, Maryland…the same school Ed went to 50 years ago…it’s a small world 🙂


One of our views on the lower end of the Lost Mine Trail at about 6000 feet elevation.


Marti at the very top.  The next step is dowwwwwwn.

In all honesty we were not sure if we even wanted to bother with Big Bend.  We were SO wrong!  While a great deal of it is just incredibly poor, dry, empty desert, it is in many places incredibly beautiful and we enjoyed it very much……oh and the name….Yup….it is BIG!!! Do put in on your MVL.


Inside the barracks of H Company at Ft. Davis.


The ride through Big Bend Ranch State Park on 170. Really empty….


Humid hazy air, strange in the desert, plagued us photographically, but it’s still pretty. 


Moonrise of the full moon one evening at BJ’s RV Park in Terlingua.


Some clever soul left a nice surprise in a niche at Lower Burro Mesa Pour-over trail.


The Palo Verdes in bloom on the trail in Santa Elena Canyon is also nearly as fragrant as the Desert Willow.


Marti took a side trip off the main trail in the Santa Elena Canyon while Ed rested in the cool shade.  This is looking back out and downstream on the Rio Grande.  Mexico is on the right.


At the mouth of Santa Elena Canyon, Ed waded to within inches of Mexico and risked a $5,000 fine if caught stepping across the border.  Signs were posted warning not to do cross illegally.


The view back North from the Boquillas Canyon atop a short rise.


Pic-a-nicking on the Boquillas Canyon hike. Granola bars and an orange.  No Chablis this time…


Mexican kids playing in the river.  Looks like fun, but that would have ruined their day.


Pretty country.


Ed tempting fate once again.  To paraphrase Ed in reverse to our son Kevin, “This is the last time I saw your Dad.”


After a fabulous 5.6 mile hike on the Lost Mine Trail, a delicious pork chop dinner and a something chocolate dessert Ed finally relaxes on the porch at the Chisos Mountain Lodge.  In the distance is the famous Window.   Tourists come from everywhere to watch the sunset in the window’s notch.


There is a much better view from just outside our rooms.

Grand Canyon & Glen Canyon ~ Created By or For Water


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We had been to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon back in mid May of 2015 (if you don’t recall a blog post it’s because we didn’t get one done…sorry),  and it had rained, hailed, thundered, sleeted and snowed on us all on the same day!


Craaaaazzzzzy weather at the South Rim in October 2015.

This being late October (2016), we knew the higher elevation North Rim would be closed up for the season, but Rt. 67, the road in, was still open and the views still there so we headed off.   As expected there were very few people and the views were indeed beautiful.


Marti in her classic pose at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.

We have been delighted and amazed as we travel around the country how many folks say they grew up, went to school, have immediate family etc. in Maryland, particularly within the Frederick-Baltimore-DC metro-Eastern Shore area.  While we were sitting trapped at the end of a point and waiting for a bunch of 20 somethings to finish their photos/viewing one asked where we were from.  When we said Maryland, he points to a gal and says,  “I think she’s from Maryland.”  Turns out she graduated from the same high school a year after my niece Janetta!


Anybody who knows me realizes this is a huge accomplishment to stand so near the edge. The very faint mountain peaks in the far distance are the San Francisco mountains at Flagstaff, Arizona 65 miles away as the crow flies.

With everything closed for the season we planned on boondocking (camping not in a designated campground, with no hook ups, often off the grid) somewhere outside the park in the Kaibab National Forest, (boondocking not being allowed in the park).   I’d read that there were good places up FR22 so we headed up this pretty, decent dirt road.  At about 9,000 feet we found a nice almost level spot where we could tuck back into the trees, and settled in.


Settled in for the night at 9,160 feet elevation in the Kaibab National Forest.

It was windy and high so we knew it was going to be cold but let me tell you the night sky…WOW!!  We watched 6 satellites, one the Space Station, crossing the heavens, and the Milky Way literally stretched from horizon to horizon!  Nice night 🙂

Next morning after a little walk about,


Just below our campsite for the night, this was our morning walk about.

we drove back out 67 to US89A heading to Page, AZ and Lake Powell.  This beautiful drive past the deep red (iron oxide) Vermilion Cliffs and over the Colorado River’s Marble Canyon (the western boundary of the Navajo Nation) at Navajo Bridge should be on your MVL (Must Visit List).


Vermilion Cliffs are full of spectacular rock formations which can only be seen by extensive backpacking.


Dedicated in 1929, the closer bridge is Navajo Bridge spanning the Colorado River .  The farther bridge was opened in 1995.  Navajo Bridge is now for pedestrians only. Vermilion Cliffs are in the distance.

We stayed at Page Lake Powell Campground the best game in town and very convenient to drive over to Glen Canyon Dam where we did the tour with Paul, which was our good fortune.


Glen Canyon Dam and the Glen Canyon Bridge below.


Marti listening to Paul, our tour guide in the bowels of the dam.

Seems his dad graduated college and came to the dam construction company town of Page to teach.  Paul, who is a few years younger than us, was born here and as a kid he and his friends played at the dam running all over and through it!  All the workers knew them and sort of kept an eye on them, security not being what it is today. During his senior year of school Lake Powell was finally full (over the years it mostly is not) and he and his buddies challenged a friend to jump in. He did and started swimming to shore.  Everyone piled into their car to go pick him up, but a Park Ranger saw and got to him first.  When Paul and his friends showed up they all claimed they didn’t know the guy and the Ranger didn’t charge anyone.

We went to Antelope Point Marina on Lake Powell and did an hour long boat trip up Antelope Canyon with Jared our guide.


Jared knows the lake well enough to take his hand off the helm.

He loves the lake and knows it inside out and backwards having been in many of the over 90 side canyons!  He also loves to photograph and showed us some of his work which was quite good.  When we got back to the marina, we had a late lunch of good hamburgers and talked about how much we want to spend a few months or more exploring and living in a houseboat on the lake.


Entering Antelope Canyon and the Navajo Generating plant is in the distance. 

This will be our last post from 2016. After wintering at home in Maryland house-sitting and “doing the holidays” it’s past time to get you all up to date with where we are and have been since getting back on the road at the end of March.  We thank you so much for riding along with us on our adventures over the next hill 🙂


South Rim from the Grand Canyon Village.


Way below Marti is the Bright Angel Trail to the bottom of the Canyon.


At the North Rim the aspens had already lost their leaves but the oaks still were in full color.


Looking West from the North Rim.


Some locals on the road leading out of the North Rim in the Kaibab National Forest.


Aspens grow in clumps and are a single organism connected together underground.


Looking across House Rock Valley to the Vermilion Cliffs.


The new bridge from Navajo Bridge over the Colorado River at Marble Canyon.


The Colorado River in Marble Canyon.


California Condor #53.  We saw six that day on the bridge span, all tagged. There are over 400 total in the reintroduction program, up from 22 at the low point.


The turbine room inside Glen Canyon Dam.


Scenes from our boat tour of Antelope Canyon on Lake Powell.


Marti sees faces in everything.


Stripes and swirls


Nearing the top of the canyon on the water.


With the water levels as low as they were we could only go so far without walking.


A big storm approaches the coal burning Navajo Generating Station which may be closing soon.  


The next morning after a big thunderstorm the water vapor rises off Vermilion Cliffs.


From our trip home we end with two photos at Lake Watson in the Dells in Prescott, Arizona. One of our favorite places.