Headshots for Business or Pleasure...
Driving through Gros Morne National Park we came across a little road leading to Rickie's Cove. While meandering along the road by the beach on a sunny day I spotted the remnants of an old boat in the grass surrounded by dandelions. Peaceful resting spot, not just for us, but for this once-serviceable watercraft. The few small cabins along the road appeared deserted, a few boats tied to the wharf (photo below). Not even a dog in sight. Perhaps it is only used in summer. I couldn't even find it on a map.
Driving north to St. Anthony, along mostly desolate territory spewed with rocks and scraggy trees, there were a few points of interest. The green-grey look of the water and trees made the boat very noticeable as we drove by. Rob pulled over so I could hop out and walk back to get my shot as he turned the car around. It was a good 100 feet or more I had to cover, and my only thought was "I hope a moose doesn't come crashing out of the bushes in front of me!" Or maybe I was secretly hoping one would! Wouldn't that be a shot to remember?
This old rust bucket had a few interesting angles for me to photograph. I loved the tires still hanging onto the side. No one was around so we pulled over so I could take the shots from different angles before heading to the Rose-Blanche Lighthouse, east of Channel-Port-Aux-Basques.
On Western Brook Pond, we took the Bon Tours boat tour in Gros Morne National Park. A nice little jaunt (45-minutes one way) to the lake, over bog and through the forest, and we arrived at Western Brook Pond fjord. Situated in the Long Range Mountains, the northernmost extent of the Appalachians, we could see the glacially-carved land-locked fjord. This 16 kilometre lake with a depth of 165 metres is home to Atlantic Salmon, Brook Trout, and Arctic Char, as well as an unusual colony of cliff nesting gulls. The waterfalls, many over 2000 feet high, were spectacular. (Boats above and below.)
Near Torbay, we stopped to watch the fishermen throwing out their traps. Overlooking the bay was a section of the East Coast Trail, so I took a stroll along the cliff just to say I was on it. Another trip will have to be planned to hike the East Coast Trail. But after I retire because it's a long one, 540 Km! The West Coast Trail was only 75 km, which I hiked one week in 2008, but this one might take all summer. We shall see.
A little place called Flower Cove...and of course, I found a boat!
L'Anse Au Clair, Labrador in the wee hours of the morning...
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A beautiful sunrise in L'Anse Au Clair, Labrador. Not a soul around at 5:30 in the morning, except me, of course. I took off down the road in our rental to where we spotted the iceberg as we arrived the night before. As the sun peaked over the outcropping on the eastern side of the bay, I set up my tripod and camera and started to capture some images. As the shadows danced across the iceberg I continued to shoot, knowing I would never be satisfied with my first few shots.I was pleased to have captured the shots at sea level. All it needed was a whale to swim by! Just wishful thinking...
After I was satisfied with my shots of the iceberg in the harbour in L'Anse Au Clair, I wandered towards the boat I had seen as I arrived. I stopped when I saw the old rusty anchor resting on the rocks...what stories it could tell, I thought as I set my tripod up to frame my next shot. With the iceberg now in the background, the foreground of anchor and rocks framed it nicely.
I was hoping to find some bergy-bits along the shore but the sandbar was too far out and the tide was coming in, filling up a little channel I would have to cross.
Lastly, the boat. I like boats. To see more boats, sail on over to the next blog post.
On my birthday we arrived in the town of St. Anthony at the northern tip of western Newfoundland. While checking out the Fishing Point Lighthouse at the end of Fishing Point Road we spotted a tour boat coming back into the harbour. Rob did his research on Northland Discovery Boat Tours who had a truck parked in the parking lot while I was photographing the lighthouse (pictured above and below). One of the owners was watching the boat arrive and we were lucky enough to have tickets booked right there for the 9 am sailing in the morning! What a great birthday present!
St. Anthony or "Sant Nee" as the locals say, is a small town on the northern tip on the western side of Newfoundland. Icebergs float down from Greenland and move along Iceberg Alley passing by every spring. These icebergs were slowly melting away. Only the tip of the iceberg shows, leaving about 1/8 or 1/9 above water. As they are tossed about in the ocean pieces fall, changing the look of it. This one has a waterline mark along it where the waved eroded it away before it balanced itself in a different position. To me, these are not huge chunks of ancient ice. They are northern dancers, twirling and spinning their way until they are exhausted. Amazing to think that they would be gone in another month. As we were heading back to the harbour I couldn't help but look back to get another shot. The light on this iceberg cast reflections on the ripples of the ocean. So gorgeous out on the water on such a calm day.
One of the coolest things we did was taste an iceberg. And not just an ordinary iceberg that would be over 10,000 years old, but the vein of an iceberg! This chunk of ice was from a blue stripe in a nearby iceberg. The blue veins are created when cracks in the iceberg fills with melt water that freezes. A few iceberg facts are on Northland Discovery Boat Tours website.
Our tour guides expertly maneuvered the boat so that we could watch and photograph the whales as they came to the surface. With caplin so abundant in the water, the humpback whales would be fattening up for their next trip to the Dominican. This was my first whale I have seen up close, and what a thrill! The tail flip is an indication that the whale is going for a deep dive and will be back later. Kind of like a 'see ya later' wave, I thought. (Humpback photo above, below.) We were lucky to have sailed on a calm and partly cloudy day. As we headed back, I spotted the first fin whale of the season!
Thousands of seabirds on one of the islands in Witless Bay Ecological Reserve, just a half hour south of St. John's, Newfoundland, return to land from May to August to breed and raise their young ones. Observation of these birds is done from the boat, as landing on the islands requires a scientific research or special access permit. But I didn't need to invade their territory to appreciate and enjoy their habitat. I booked a shuttle ride provided by O'Brien's Boat Tours and chatted all the way there and all the way back with Loyola. So fun to meet the locals and just enjoy hearing them talk.
On the boat tour, we are told that there are almost a quarter of a million birds flying around us and squawking and flapping their wings. Oh, if I could only see the smile on my face! Those cute little puffins were on my list of things to see, and I thought I might not get the chance during the two weeks were were on the rock.
Our tour guide gave us some interesting facts about these little birds. Did you know they mate for life and come back to nest year after year to look after their offspring? Then in the fall, they head out to sea, going their separate ways for the winter months. Only during mating season do they find each other again. It's what makes a happy marriage!
On the same rock where the Atlantic puffins were nesting there were also Razorbill auks. I loved the lines on their beaks, and the strip on the wings.
These common murres didn't seem to mind the tighter quarters on their piece of the rock. My first impression of them was they looked like black-eyed beans scattered in chunks of chocolate!
Northern Gannets breed in only a few colonies along the North Atlantic. This fellow was more of a tourist, exploring Fogo Island. I wanted to see one on this trip, and we got really close to this fella crossing the road just outside Joe Batt's Arm. Northern Gannets spend most of their life at sea and we saw a flock of them off the western Newfoundland engage in plunge-diving for fish early one evening. They were too far away to photograph, but so much fun to watch them dive into the ocean from more than 100 feet.
We had about an hour to kill waiting for the ferry to get off Fogo Island to head back to Farewell to be on our way west. With my biggest lens I was on my belly for a long time, creeping between parked cars and the grass waiting, trying to catch this little hopper and his mate. His colour was so bright red. I didn't know what kind of bird he was, and I never did buy that bird book. So when I got a chance, I looked it up and found that this is a Red Crossbill and it is on an Endangered Species list according to a report by the Committee on the Status of Endangered Wildlife in Canada which estimated that only 500 to 1,500 Newfoundland crossbills survive.
Our last day in St. John's we took a drive up to Torbay to see what we could see. We could watch the fishermen with their traps, setting them out for the day's catch of lobster. The cove was near one of the entrances to the East Coast Trail, so I took a little jaunt along the slanted rocks and scrubby trees on a gorgeous sunny day. Having hiked the West Coast Trail in 2008, I guess I will now have to go back to Newfoundland and hike the East Coast Trail. Who wants to come along?