I wanted to see Mistaken Point, and had all these snaps to do a run of dropping off images at Cape Race, Portugal Cove South and St Stephen’s.
Late for Hava Java meant sitting inside. Baguette at Auntie Crae’s – with the Globe – to go with the cheese, bananas, pears and bickies for a picnic at the point.
The usual camera fare was loaded and off we went on what seemed a strange outing – no fog, no mist, no rain. A perfectly warm blue day.
Moose spotted just outside Cappahayden.
Mistaken point is a 30 minute walk from the carpark which actually heads back in the direction of town, go figure. It is also rife with fossils from 520 million years ago, the oldest multicelled and the only deep-water marine fossils.
Being the typical trail, we walked then came to a river with a rickety set of stones crossing it – there was a path on the other side but…
Sat for a pic-nic when some wonderful Upper Canadians – stylishly dressed for hiking – called over asking if we had been to the point?
-no
-it is wonderful not far up the hill and you are there.
that would mean two clumsy people trying to negotiate rocks balanced in a stream I made it twice but Carol was a bit reluctant recalling past incidents like this.
We debated then headed back to the machine – thinking next time when she said that a walking stick would be just the thing. We were in the Barrens finding a tree there would be as easy as finding an endowment for the WGAS.
No one looking found a dead stock from a tuckamore and we headed back.
Well worth the return trip even the most non- observant North American couldn’t miss the fossils – the Germans there decided that the rocks were good for throwing off the cliff and trying find some to take back. It was astounding they were everywhere. Crawled to the edge to look down at the ocean. A few panoramas most of the snaps made with the digital as it wasn’t really what I would call my official work – I will come to regret that I am sure.
Walking back chatted with - but didn’t get a snap as they drove off to quickly – a four people who looked like they were going to head back into town.
-been to Cape Race?
-no where is it?
-15km down the road
mumbled something about Marconi and the Titanic but said that they must take the lighthouse tour and head up into the light itself – do not miss it.
Saying that I realised that I had forgot the snap of our guide taken when there.
Headed back to Portugal Cove South to give the snaps made to Patricia.
Was balled out for knocking and not simply entering - some habits are hard to drop – one simply doesn’t knock the second time one just goes in.
Found out that they read about me in The Telegram – that is good I hadn’t seen the article in St. John’s daily paper. Said that I couldn’t stop Carol was in the machine and we were heading to Trepassey. She tells me to come back anytime which reminds me of my “mortality” as does everything now.
Ah the road through the Barrens Portugal Cove South – actually from Chance Cove – to Peter’s River, driving along at 110km/h great expanse of space, barely a verge so I couldn’t stop at the shoe tacked to the post nor just about any place else. Wanted to photograph the cabins – but at 110…
Pass a dark Volvo with TJ’S PLACE where the front plate would be, we are everywhere we of the sensible European Motor Car Cult.
We were heading to… St Vincent’s and why not, I have been there more than I have been to Pouch Cove this time. From Peter’s River we could see the whales spouting.
Driving the road felt so normal that I forgot that I was in Newfoundland, I suppose the way that anyone forgets where they live once it becomes habitual. It was simply a beautiful day on a great road, heading to spend some time on a beach, watching whales.
Race to the beach but want to stop at the Holyrood Centre to give the snaps made to the people there. See one leaving and make a u-turn, Carol not sure if she is worried about my driving or how the woman will feel as it seems someone is stalking. Pull past her she crosses give her the snap for her and her friends then race to the beach – I think that I have a reserved space there now.
It was packed as it was sunny warm and the whales were not 10 metres off shore. There must have been a dozen of them. Two humpbacks kept breaching, spouts were seen all over and that with gannets diving it was a nice evening.
Tried to identify other sea birds but the tutorials had failed and there was no one correct me.
Pitied this older – than me – photographer who ran down to the beach with his camera. He placed it on a tripod turned his baseball cap around and tried to photograph the whales. It seemed that the whales would steer clear of where he aimed the camera.
Leaving we meet the people who did go to Cape Race. The lighthouse was a success.
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