| Newfoundland 2005 |
| The rest of the afternoon was a washout and I won�t go into it. But to quote my favorite Great Big Sea song, �at the end of the day, you�ve just got to say �It�s all right�!� And right now, �I�ve got a smile on my face and I�ve got four walls around me.� It�s all good. I had a little time before supper so I took off for a little sojourn over to Blackhead, a little village on the way to Cape Spear. Last year we looked into a house that was for sale here, but it was too late and we didn�t have the funds anyway. The inhabitants have a lovely view of the entrance to St, John�s harbour. But Jim and Lillian say the weather is brutal in the winter. Maybe just as well we didn�t have the funds to buy that place last year. LOL! I parked the car and got out to sit on the rocks and enjoy the early evening. |
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| This is Blackhead, Newfoundland, between St. John's and Cape Spear. This shot was taken from Signal Hill one clear sunny day last week. The rocky shore on the right is where the next photos were taken. |
| I sat on a rock outcropping off the Trail and enjoyed the view of Cabot Tower and Signal Hill in the distance. It was so relaxing after the tense afternoon, sitting by the sea, listening to the waves against the rocks and savoring the sea air. Plus there was a nice breeze. I was a happy camper! |
| As I sat enjoying myself, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. It disappeared into the crevices and I shrugged it off. About 5 minutes later, same thing happened and I began to pay more attention to the rocks. I was far enough away that I couldnt quite tell what it was. But it was bigger than a rat and smaller than a fox, low to the ground. It was catching what might have been caplin at the water's edge and bringing them back to a den farther inshore. I asked several people and showed them the photo when I got it downloaded. The conclusion was it was either a mink or a pine marten, both common in the area. |
| As I sat observing the critter, a hiker came out of the brush near the rocks and said "Hello!" His name was Daniel Cruz and it was not the first time he had hiked the East Coast Trail. He was wearing shorts and a long sleeve shirt, with a big hiker's backpack. He stopped to take a swig of water and told me that he'd been hiking for four hours and his goal was to be halfway between Cape Spear and Petty Harbour by nightfall. He carried a tent and sleeping bag and camping stove and was ready for anything. Quite the happy camper as he waved goodbye and went towards Cape Spear. I could hear the fog horn at Cpae Spear and saw the first tendrils of fog that had scaled the hill by the lighthouse. Time to go before I get enveloped too. I got back to Jim's and the tide of bad news had begun to turn. Things were falling into place and everything was looking brighter, except for the fact that I kept getting kicked off of MSN Messenger every 5 minutes. Kind of hard to chat and catch up with your friends when that is happening. But I did get to chat with Vic about his brother and grandfather and it put my mind more at ease. |
| After the sun set, we took off for the supermarket and then grilled up some yummies, eating supper at 11 PM before we went out to Erin's to hear the Panting Brothers - my first time seeing them together. |