Still not used to a west coast Sunday got up with no essentials in the house and nothing open until 1PM. Went down to the Granite City Café for breakfast and met most of the rest of the town. George and his son were already there, Amanda and her kid were at a table. In a far corner there were smiling New Brunswickers.
Ordered our food from Viola, and went to sit outside as even in full sun it was still cooler than the glass house temperature by the smiling NB’s.
We knew that they would be a wait it took 45 minutes to get a fried egg sandwich with lettuce and tomato and eggs, toast and bacon with two orange juices. In the meantime Elaine showed up, then Marilyn and some baffled upper Canadians making the most of this wonderful day.
It seems that the dance at the Seabreeze went on until 4AM the RCMP were parked out front all night long. No incidents. People drink here but they are pros and know how to comport themselves – mostly. About 140 people showed up
Everyone was tired and I was surprised to see everyone so early, but the lounge opened again at 3 and there were things to be done.
Watched someone try to get into Pete’s and cursing when finding the door locked.
A couple from the Boston States seemed relieved to find the Café open – ‘just what we needed’ and where in and out faster than I thought possible.
The dazed upper Canadian kept circling the town finally heading in the café.
The day was to be an outing to the tablelands and then a ride up and down the road between here and Trout River. Again didn’t know what to expect.
The tablelands are more or less – in non geological terms – giant bare hills strewn with boulders. Being in the Midwest for so long I couldn’t determine scale. They seemed both close and inaccessible at the same time.
With Hobo in hand and the Deardorff packed in the car we headed out. An easy walk the need of a trail was pretty useless as there was little flora to trample and in fact it did end abruptly leaving one to make one’s own way.
Tried to deal with the space without being picturesque, at time successful, at others however not so as I did arrange the image with foreground and background.
Kendra tried throwing rocks in the air and photographing them while they dropped, one looks as it if would hit me, another looks as if a rock fell from the sky
Met Kris leading an interpretive walk where she asked about the camera I was using, Headed up to a waterfall then turned back.
Windy and cool, the clouds were travelling so quickly across the sky that when I saw a shadow that I liked it was gone before I could act with the Hobo.
On the way back we ran into a woman standing perplexed in front of a puddle on the path
-Is this the end?
-No
- How far does it go?
- As far as you want.
- But it said it was two and a half kilometres.
- It may be.
- What?! there is no plaque?
- No but if you want I can write a number on a rock up ahead.
We determined that she belonged to the Pennsylvania Plates in the car park.
A piece and a short video made called DARWIN’S LITTLE HELPER – as both of us took turns kicking over inukshuks – that we built – relax Parks Canada.
Back at the Seabreeze, we tried to decide what we wanted for supper when Elaine and Marilyn suggested a trip to the take out in Trout River. We were to meet at the lounge in an hour and Marilyn would drive us over with Elaine’s mother and friend, George.
Trout River to Woody Point is Glasgow to Edinburgh. The streets were full of people. There are more children and teens.
The place we went to is a take out with three tables in the back among the freezers, potatoes and other goods. It seems that the chicken balls with fried rice is good. Needless to say I had a grilled cheese with cole slaw.
The main attraction wasn’t there it seems that the owner swears up a storm and people come from far and wide to hear her – so it seems. She was in Corner Brook taking a relative to hospital via ambulance.
Ate up, met Pete of Pete’s Convenience in Bonne Bay who comes over for the fries, then headed over to the sunrise café for a coffee.
Since it seems that Elaine is related to everyone in Trout River I wasn’t surprised that the owner of the restaurant was a cousin. In fact that also found that Tom who cuts my hair in Curling is Tom Basha and is related to a Brake here in Trout River. One cannot even get six degrees of separation here.
We proceeded to the Rusty Jigger for a drink which again was strange as only Kendra and me drank. There was the usual crowd, Francis and Patsy, Francis’s mother, and others who seem to commute between the Jigger and the Seabreeze. Promised Patsy that we would be over before she goes off to Deer Lake for six weeks to look after a sick relative to buy some socks.
I had to head back to the house as I had prints washing – everyone else headed down to the Seabreeze where I would meet than as soon as I hung the prints.
Leaving Marilyn’s van was heading back up the hill, it seems that George had closed the Seabreeze and they were back to see the work we had hanging around the house.
Ten minutes later they were ready to leave and head back to Trout River, it was too early to stay in so I went for an outing thinking that I would learn more about the area.
After hitting my head against the side window when Marilyn hit a pot hole, the evening went well. They oddly showed me some places that I had yet to explore - Glenburnie, MacKenzie’s River – again with showing the houses where relatives live, where they used to make out Marilyn was worried about moose. Moose and drunks are the two hazards of the roads here.
They kept asking me if I wanted to make a snap. It was 11PM with no street lights. I was lucky that I found the places the next day.
Over carefully to Trout River where there were two moose along the road in the Gulch, and …the Rusty Jigger where no one drank. We were awaiting Elaine’s mother and friend. Finally they were picked up and except for yet another moose the ride back was uneventful.
I was trying find a way to figure out where to go to revisit the places when I saw nothing and there were no landmarks.
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