Back on the Rock

(Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada)

After greatly enjoying the novelty of visiting France, we’ve returned to Pouch Cove for two more days before heading home.   The weather remains cool and dry, at least by Ontario standards.  Many Newfoundlanders are complaining about the humidity!

We paid a return visit to the Afghan Restaurant in St. John’s, this time remembering to take a picture of our food.  An early afternoon shopping trip went well; actually, probably a little too well. We ran overtime and didn’t make it to the Provincial Legislature building until 3:20 p.m…by which time it was too late to have a tour of the legislature.

The Confederation Building in St; John's - home of the provincial legislature
The Confederation Building in St; John’s – home of the provincial legislature

I don’t think we were meant to see the legislature on this trip: when we tried to visit last week, the guide was sick and nobody else was able to give tours in her place. We’re actually starting to amass a collection of “missed” legislature tours: the Nunavut legislature building in Iqaluit was closed for renovations when we were there in 2013, as was the New Brunswick legislature building in Fredericton in 2009.

Vegetarian lunch special at the Afghan Restaurant in St. John's
Vegetarian lunch special at the Afghan Restaurant in St. John’s

I still was able to take pictures of the Confederation Building (which houses the legislature).  It is very distinctive; there is something almost Soviet about it, especially considering the scale of most of the other buildings in St. John’s.  If I had ever been to Warsaw, I would say that it reminds me of the Palace of Culture and Science building there.

Downtown St. John's
Downtown St. John’s

For our final dinner in Newfoundland, we went to Chafe’s Landing Seafood Eatery in the picture-postcard village of Petty Harbour (see photo at the top of this post).  Known far and wide for its fish and chips and seafood specialties, it is a landmark destination that we somehow missed on our previous visits to Newfoundland.  I opted for the shrimp and chips and it was very good:  much fresher than what we are used to in Ontario.

A summer evening in Petty Harbour
A summer evening in Petty Harbour

We were sidetracked on our way back home by another iceberg:  this was a new one, as it was in Torbay and therefore north of the icebergs we saw last week.  We couldn’t get as close to this one but it was still a very impressive sight.  There were no whales frolicking nearby, unfortunately.

Before we knew it, our nine-day trip was over and it was time to head for the airport.  There are still many things that we haven’t done in St. John’s and the Avalon Peninsula, to say nothing of the many attractions in the northern and western coasts of Newfoundland.  And then there’s Labrador…

A distant iceberg, near the East Coast Trail in Torbay
A distant iceberg, near the East Coast Trail in Torbay

We love the cool Newfoundland summers, even if the wind can sometimes wreak havoc with travel plans.  The island’s history is distinct, due in part to the fact that it only joined Canada in 1949.  The people also continue to be the friendliest in Canada and seem to truly enjoy having visitors “from away”.   I’m sure that we will return again someday soon.

What’s up next?  The next major journey will be a road trip during the second week of August.  Until then, stay tuned for more flashbacks and travel-related writing!

More on St. Pierre & Miquelon

(Ville de St. Pierre, St. Pierre & Miquelon, France)

A lot of my photographs of St. Pierre feature colourful buildings. The diversity is striking, even when compared to Newfoundland (which has no shortage of colourful houses). Don’t be surprised if a future blog entry exploits this photographic inventory!

More of the steep and colourful streets of St. Pierre
More of the steep and colourful streets of St. Pierre

As I mentioned in a previous post, we returned to L’Atelier Gourmand for a second dinner. Alas, as it was Bastille Day, the full menu was not available. I suppose this was a good thing, as I tried something that I never eat at home: lobster.   The French description was La fricassée de homard aux légumes, roughly translated as lobster fried with vegetables.   I don’t know if it was the intention, but the sauce tasted a little like a Thai red curry.   Anyway, I enjoyed it and it capped off a rare day of dining on French seafood.

My lobster dinner at L'Atelier Gourmand
My lobster dinner at L’Atelier Gourmand

Visiting a cemetery is always an interesting, if somewhat morbid, way to learn more about a place.  The tombstones tell some interesting stories:  I sure wasn’t expecting to see the Toronto Maple Leafs logo on one of the graves!  Less whimsically, the diverse origins of the St. Pierrais became quite clear.  We saw many Basque names, as well as Spanish, Portuguese and even a few English names.  There were also “adopted” surnames, such as “L’Espagnol”.  Finally, the enduring connection to France was made very clear by the moving war memorial.  Many St. Pierrais have served in the French army.

Memorial to the many St. Pierrais who fought in the two world wars
Memorial to the many St. Pierrais who fought in the two world wars

Notwithstanding the Maple Leafs logo on the tombstone, they are not the most popular team here:  we counted at least 3 Montreal Canadiens bumper stickers while wandering through town.  Canada does indeed have a bit of an influence here!  More prominent, however, were Basque stickers and flags.  I even picked up a Pelota t-shirt that featured a stylized Basque flag, as it was such a common sight here.   To “cap” it off, I also bought a beret.  I didn’t see anybody wearing one but they are made of wool and it was relatively hot during our visit.   Maybe I can wear it on the ice once the curling season starts!

A little bit of Switzerland near the top of St. Pierre
A little bit of Switzerland near the top of St. Pierre

Our last morning was dedicated to some of the more commercial aspects of the islands.  I enjoyed a freshly-baked pain au chocolat at one of the many patisseries, picked up a bottle of cider from Cournouaille (located in northwest France, opposite from the similarly-named Cornwall in England) in the local supermarket, ate a tremendous quiche at Les Délices de Joséphine, and picked up a couple of souvenirs.

View of Ile aux Marins from St. Pierre
View of Ile aux Marins from St. Pierre

We had been dreading the return boat trip, due to the bumpy ride we experienced on the way to St. Pierre & Miquelon.  Fortunately, the seas were very calm; we arrived in less than an hour and the most difficult part of the trip was lining up with the hundreds of other passengers at the Canadian border control in Fortune.

My final thoughts on St. Pierre & Miquelon:  if you find yourself within a couple of hours of Fortune and have a couple of days to spare, it is definitely a worthwhile and eye-opening trip (especially on Bastille Day, even though the stores are all closed).  It really is the closest thing to Europe that I have encountered thus far in North America.

Rocky landscape high above the town of St. Pierre
Rocky landscape high above the town of St. Pierre

I think you would need to spend at least two nights here to fully appreciate it.  We stayed for two nights and didn’t have a chance to visit Miquelon or any of the other islands, nor did we do much in the way of hiking or museum visits.   Just make sure you book your accommodations in advance, make dinner reservations if you want a sit-down meal, and accept that things (including business hours and the electrical voltage) won’t be exactly the same as in the rest of North America.  That’s why we travel, right?

Bastille Day in St. Pierre & Miquelon!

(Ville de St. Pierre, St. Pierre et Miquelon, France)

Our visit to St. Pierre & Miquelon was carefully timed to coincide with Bastille Day.   Known in French as la fête nationale, or just le quatorze juillet, it commemorates the storming of the Bastille on July 14, 1789, and celebrates the birth of the modern nation of France.  It’s just as meaningful as July 1 in Canada or July 4 in the U.S.A. and this was our chance to experience it without crossing (much of) the Atlantic Ocean.

Residents of St. Pierre & Miquelon are clearly proud to be part of France.  Despite the small population of their territory, there was a full slate of events on July 14.  The central square (place du Général-de-Gaulle) was closed to traffic and was festooned with flags, booths and picnic tables, as well as a concert stage.  Each booth was operated by a different club or organization for fundraising purposes; no commercial operators were permitted within the square’s boundaries.

Bastille Day soccer action between local clubs A.S.I.A. and A.S.S.P in St. Pierre
Bastille Day soccer action between local clubs A.S.I.A.(in yellow and black) and A.S.S.P. (in white and green) in St. Pierre

We were on hand for the “vin d’honneur” proceedings at 12:00 noon.   I’m not sure of the exact reason for this event but it involved the town’s presentation of hundreds of litres of vin d’honneur to those in attendance.  You only needed a cup or a glass…and the volunteers would fill it up for you with kir, a mixture of white wine and crème de cassis (a blackcurrant liqueur).  It didn’t last long:  by 12:20 p.m., the free kir was gone.

Red-shirted volunteers distribute the vin d'honneur (and local cold cuts) on Bastille Day in St. Pierre
Red-shirted volunteers distribute the vin d’honneur (and local cold cuts) on Bastille Day in St. Pierre

The festival booths were mostly set up for food, drinks or games.  The booth operated by the local humane society caught my eye, as it was serving paella.    I’ve never had a proper paella and I thought that I might as well experience it here for the first time.   In addition to some chicken, my helping included shrimp, clams and…squid.   Squid was another first for me and I was pleased to discover that it was actually quite good.   Other offerings included a rather cloudy and apparently homemade spruce beer.

Paella and kir at La Fête nationale in St. Pierre
Paella and kir at La Fête Nationale in St. Pierre

Music, ranging from traditional accordion music to Caribbean zumba workout music, lasted throughout the day.  There were also various sports events.  We enjoyed the fiercely-contested soccer game between the two top local teams.   The game was decided on penalty kicks after being tied up in the final 30 seconds of regulation time.

Pétanque at La Boule du Calvaire in St. Pierre
Pétanque at La Boule du Calvaire in St. Pierre

Ice hockey is also popular here in the winter but the arena was closed for the summer.  Instead, we enjoyed watching some of the pétanque and pelote basque competitions.  Pétanque  (similar to bocce and lawn bowling) is played in a relatively small space, while pelote basque (similar to jai alai and also known simply as pelota) is a game of Basque origin played outdoors on a huge court in front of a huge wall.    It remains particularly popular in Spain, France and anywhere that has a Basque diaspora.  St. Pierre’s pelota court, known as Zazpiak Bat, was built in 1906 and takes up an entire block of the town.

Zazpiak Bat:  the local Basque pelota court in the centre of St. Pierre
Zazpiak Bat: the local Basque pelota court in the centre of St. Pierre

We looked forward to the fireworks display that was scheduled for 10:15 p.m.  However, with fog rolling in, the decision was made to have the fireworks at 9:45 p.m. instead.  We were still eating dinner at that time but we had window seats and could see the fireworks from our restaurant table.

A large crowd remains after the fireworks (and the arrival of fog) at the Bastille Day celebrations
A large crowd remains after the fireworks (and the arrival of fog) at the Bastille Day celebrations

We had a great time helping to celebrate la fête nationale in St. Pierre.  It was interesting to see such a strong connection between France and St. Pierre & Miquelon, despite the territory’s isolation.  Perhaps the distance and isolation make the French identity stronger:  I am not aware of any movement to join Canada or to become an independent state.  Everybody here seems perfectly happy to keep things exactly the way they are.  In fact, in some ways, St. Pierre & Miquelon may even be more “French” than France itself.

Our first evening in St. Pierre & Miquelon

(Ville de St. Pierre, St. Pierre & Miquelon, France)

St. Pierre & Miquelon is a territory in transition. It has a strong maritime tradition but, subsequent to the cod fishing moratorium, it has looked for other sources of revenue. France is now promoting the islands as a tourist destination but its relative inaccessibility and the very short tourist season mean that private investment in tourism is still not that high. On the plus side, this means that there are few “tourist traps” and that most local businesses must also appeal to the island residents.

Colourful houses on the steep streets of St. Pierre
Colourful houses on the steep streets of St. Pierre

Our B&B was reasonably priced and dramatically situated but its almost-Himalayan altitude on the outskirts of town meant that, in order to avoid exhaustion, our trips downtown needed to be very well-planned.  Our first trip was for dinner on the waterfront at a French restaurant called L’Atelier Gourmand; to avoid disappointment, we had made reservations online before leaving Pouch Cove.  This turned out to be a masterstroke, as there were apparently only two restaurants open that evening.

The quiet streets of downtown St. Pierre
The quiet streets of downtown St. Pierre

We don’t often eat French food; I’m really not a fan of foods such as foie gras and the excess (for my taste) of garlic used in Provençal cooking.  However, this dinner was a reminder that it is a mistake to overlook a country’s cuisine simply because some elements do not hold much appeal.

The humble exterior of L'Atelier Gourmand in St. Pierre
The humble exterior of L’Atelier Gourmand in St. Pierre

Our dinner at L’Atelier Gourmand was excellent.  I was hoping to have L’émincé de volaille au citron vert et pommes (poultry with lime and apples) but there was none left.  My second choice was Le filet de porc avec sauce balsamique et framboise (pork tenderloin with balsamic and raspberry sauce) and it turned out to be delicious.  To accompany our meal, we had a bottle of dry apple cider from Normandy…it was also excellent.

My main course at L'Atelier Gourmand in St. Pierre
My main course (filet de porc avec sauce balsamique et framboise) at L’Atelier Gourmand in St. Pierre

For dessert, my choice was La mousse platebière dans sa coque (cloudberry mousse in an edible chocolate cup).  Cloudberries (also known as bakeapples) are rather sweet orange berries found in remote northern locales such as Finland and Newfoundland.   I find them a little too sweet on their own but they were great in a mousse.  The rest of our posse was unanimous in praise of their respective selections too.  In fact, we enjoyed our dinner so much that we made reservations for the following night at the same restaurant!

My dessert:  la mousse platebière dans sa coque
My dessert: la mousse platebière dans sa coque

After dinner, I took advantage of the lingering daylight to “goat” on the steep rocky outcrops overlooking our B&B.   The outcrops were just steep and high enough to give some inspiring views (see photo at the top of this post) over the town of St. Pierre.

"Le Chat Luthier" in downtown St. pierre
“Le Cafe du Chat Luthier”, another cafe/restaurant in downtown St. Pierre

After only  a couple of hours in St. Pierre & Miquelon, it began to feel like we had escaped to the France of our imaginations…with houses and climate from Newfoundland!  There was no Riviera, of course, but there were enough European touches to differentiate this tiny archipelago from the Canadian province that almost surrounds it.

The next day was a very special day for not just St. Pierre & Miquelon but for all of France.  There was anticipation in the air and we were all looking forward to  experiencing this special day as well.  Stay tuned for the details!

Road Trip from Canada to…France!

(Ville de St. Pierre, St. Pierre & Miquelon, France)

France once had an extensive North American empire. While its cultural footprint remains, New France is now represented territorially only by the islands of St. Pierre & Miquelon. The islands form a self-governing overseas territory of France, having a population of just 6,000 people, located about 25 km off the coast of Newfoundland. It changed hands many times over the years, most recently passing back into the possession of France in 1816.  While much of the population claims French descent (particularly from Normandy and Brittany), there is also a significant Basque presence.

Morris the Moose, at the Irving Gas Station in Goobies, Newfoundland & Labrador
Morris the Moose, at the Irving Gas Station in Goobies, Newfoundland & Labrador

I have long wondered what it would be like to visit this most remote piece of Europe.  The stars finally aligned this year and we were able to carve out enough time to make it happen.  It does take some planning:  other than prohibitively expensive flights, the only public access is by ferry from the village of Fortune, Newfoundland.   The ferry runs about once per day in each direction during the “high season” (roughly June to September).  If you’re lucky and the weather cooperates, the trip itself takes about an hour.

Proof that the Irving Gas Station in Goobies is, in fact, the home of Morris the Moose
Proof that the Irving Gas Station in Goobies is, in fact, the home of Morris the Moose

But the port of Fortune is by no means easy to reach.  It takes more than two hours to get there from Goobies (yes, that’s the name), the nearest access point on the Trans-Canada Highway.  Even Goobies is remote; it is a couple of hours west on the Trans-Canada Highway from St. John’s.  All of this must be done by private vehicle:  there is no public transportation.   I kept an eye out for, but failed to see, the legendary moose population of Newfoundland.  Already this year, there have been more than 660 moose-motor vehicle accidents in Newfoundland.

Le Cabestan, the summer passenger ferry between Fortune and St. Pierre
Le Cabestan, the summer passenger ferry between Fortune and St. Pierre

After parking the car in Fortune, we boarded “Le Cabestan” and looked forward to a scenic ocean journey to France.  This did not happen.  We were expecting to combat any potential seasickness by staying outside during the crossing (because of our Icelandic adventure).  Alas, for safety reasons, passengers were not allowed outside the ferry’s cabin.

Sure enough, as soon as we left Fortune’s harbour, the boat started rocking.  Most of the motion was “up and down” rather than “side to side” but the crew were quickly handing out lots of paper towels and white paper bags.  The seats were creaking from the dramatic lurches every couple of seconds.   We closed our eyes for virtually the entire journey, hoping that it would be easier on our brains if they didn’t have to deal with the visual disorientation as well.

Arrival in France!  Ferry passengers proceed to the border control facility upon arrival in St. Pierre & Miquelon
Arrival in France! Ferry passengers proceed to the border control facility upon arrival in St. Pierre & Miquelon

Everything finally settled down about 90 minutes later when we reached St. Pierre.   The flags of France and the European Union greeted us as we disembarked and headed into an old building marked “Douane”.   After being processed by the authorities and receiving a very rare St. Pierre & Miquelon passport stamp, we were in France! Check out the colourful “main street” in the photo at the top of this post.

The harbour of St. Pierre, with the customs and postal buildings
The harbour of St. Pierre, with the customs and postal buildings

Many countries in Latin America use both their own currency and another foreign currency (usually American dollars).  However, St. Pierre & Miquelon proudly uses the Euro…and only the Euro.  Neglect to bring Euros at your peril!  The time is also set one half-hour ahead of Newfoundland time.  And despite its proximity to English-speaking Newfoundland, your trip to St. Pierre & Miquelon will be easier if you are able to speak at least some French.  Any efforts at speaking the language, no matter how inept, will be greeted warmly.

There are many colourful houses in St. Pierre
There are many colourful houses in St. Pierre

Even though it took a bit of preparation, we had a great time in St. Pierre & Miquelon.  My next couple of posts will go into much more detail about the unique experiences we had in this fascinating piece of “Overseas Europe”.

The East Coast Trail

(Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada)

While Gros Morne National Park on Newfoundland’s west coast justifiably gets a lot of attention, we’ve enjoyed hiking on the east coast too.  Over the past few days, we’ve hiked some very scenic (and very different) portions of the East Coast Trail near the villages of Pouch Cove and Bauline.

Just north of Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador
The first step is a doozy:  just north of Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador

South of Pouch Cove, towards Shoe Cove, the trail begins with some very blustery and exposed sections just above the shoreline.  However, the trail then veers steeply upward into some surprisingly thick and lush forest…it felt almost like the coast of British Columbia!  The predominant theme here, however, was the constant roar of the ocean.  It is so loud that I thought I was hearing thunder.

East Coast Trail, just south of Pouch Cove
East Coast Trail, just south of Pouch Cove

North of Pouch Cove, en route to Cape Francis, the trail quickly becomes dominated by rock…some of it quite loose.

Sharp and loose rocks make up the East Coast Trail, north of Pouch Cove
Sharp and loose rocks make up the East Coast Trail, north of Pouch Cove

We scrambled by the evocatively-named Horrid Gulch (site of the 19th-century shipwreck of the Water Witch) and eventually found ourselves with a commanding view of both the remote coast (see photo at the top of this post…and note the size of the hikers on the nearest cliff) and the sprawling village of Pouch Cove.  I was thankful for my hiking shoes here:  the sharp rocks would have been devastating to ordinary running shoes.

North of Pouch Cove on the East Coast Trail
North of Pouch Cove on the East Coast Trail

Next up was the village of Bauline on the northwest coast of the Avalon Peninsula.  Walking around Bauline was like stepping back in time.  Located under a brooding mountain, its steep streets are lined with lobster traps and its harbour seems to be permanently enveloped by a salty mist.  It looked exactly the same as it did when I was here in 2001, with the exception of some new street signs.  While Bauline is by no means an isolated outport, it definitely gives you a flavour of life in a remote and historic fishing village.

Bauline, Newfoundland & Labrador
Bauline, Newfoundland & Labrador

The East Coast Trail here is different too:  the landscape is harsh and there are very few hikers.   Bring strong footwear…and be careful on the roads.  There are apocalyptic potholes on the road between Pouch Cove and Bauline.

Houses near the East Coast Trail access point at Bauline, Newfoundland & Labrador
Houses near the East Coast Trail access point at Bauline, Newfoundland & Labrador

Next up is an exciting an unusual international journey:  check out my next post to find out which country is surprisingly easy to reach from Newfoundland!

Here and There on the Avalon Peninsula

(Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada)

The city of St. John’s dominates life on the Avalon Peninsula.  We’ve visited a couple of times already and we will pass through the city a few more times before returning home.  It is known for its colourful houses, some of which appear in the photo at the top of this post.  It’s not just one street:  you see these all over the downtown core.  Some of the newer buildings in the suburbs are also being built in the same style.

Gower Street in downtown St. John's
Gower Street in downtown St. John’s

Driving in St. John’s can be a challenge.  It’s an old city and sometimes the sightlines and merging streets can take you by surprise.  However, the scariest part is the steepness of the streets that descend to the harbour. You need very good brakes here…and you need to check them often.  I can’t imagine what it is like to drive here in the winter when there is snow and/or ice on the roads.

Massive rhododendrons at the botanical gardens of the Memorial University of Newfoundland
Massive rhododendrons at the botanical gardens of the Memorial University of Newfoundland

We squeezed in a visit to the Botanical Gardens at the Memorial University of Newfoundland.   This turned out to be a huge facility:  not just a “traditional” botanical garden but also a well-annotated series of trails through boreal forest and pond environments.  You could spend a few hours here if you wanted to see everything.

We also visited the Johnson Geo Centre located “inside” Signal Hill.  The structure itself is probably worth the cost of admission alone; it’s difficult to imagine how they blasted so deeply into 500 million year-old rock to build it.

Crowd assembling at Middle Cove for the rolling of the capelin
Crowd assembling at Middle Cove for the rolling of the capelin

While the focus at the Geo Centre is clearly on geology, we focused on two aquatic themes:  the ill-fated journey of the Titanic and the journey to the Mariana Trench (the deepest place on earth).  In hindsight, it is surprising how many warnings the Titanic received (and ignored) about treacherous iceberg conditions in the North Atlantic.  The various warnings are all on display at the Geo Centre.  While most people are familiar with the story (from the movie, if nothing else), it is of course more intense when you have just seen icebergs off the very same coast where the Titanic sank.

The crowd is jostling for the incoming capelin at Middle Cove
The crowd is jostling for the incoming capelin at Middle Cove

We also saw a 3-D movie chronicling the journey of James Cameron (the same guy who directed the Titanic movie) in a special sphere to the bottom of the Mariana Trench…almost 36,000 feet below sea level.  While th 3-D effect seemed a little corny at first, it ultimately proved to be well-suited to a documentary picture.

A big event around here is when the “capelin are rolling”.  These small fish periodically wash ashore in huge numbers; it is a highly anticipated (and free!) opportunity to harvest a lot of fish.  It is particularly impressive in the darkness, as the fish are iridescent.  I took a few pictures at Middle Cove, where locals and visitors alike were laden with nets and buckets, jostling for the best position.  Although we didn’t stay long enough for the capelin to roll, we did get a strong sense of the excitement.

Pouch Cove at night
Pouch Cove at night

We generally end each day with a walk around our home base of Pouch Cove.  It is very refreshing, as the last few nights have been well below 10’C even before considering the effect of the coastal wind.   While I brought shorts along, I don’t think I will need them at all on this trip.  We are both enjoying change from the summer heat and humidity in Kingston.

Journey to the Edge of Canada!

(Pouch Cove, Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada)

The year of Canadian travel continues. After visiting the western provinces of Saskatchewan and British Columbia earlier this year, I am now at the easternmost fringe of Canada. We’ll be based in Pouch Cove (pronounced “pooch”) for the next few days before moving on to the international portion of our journey. More on that later…

The restaurant scene on the west end of Duckworth Street, St. John's.
The restaurant scene on the west end of Duckworth Street, St. John’s.

I haven’t been to Pouch Cove since late 2007.  Even in that short period of time, however, there has been a lot of development on the road between St. John’s (Newfoundland’s capital and largest city) and Pouch Cove. Fortunately, Pouch Cove itself remains more or less the same…there are no big-box stores out here yet!

I was hoping that we would see see some icebergs drifting by, as this part of the province is in “Iceberg Alley”. An even bigger bonus would be seeing some whales. It’s the right time of year for both of these massive phenomena but everything depends on the weather, wind direction, etc.

A large boat passing through "The Narrows", as seen from near the top of Signal Hill
A large boat passing through “The Narrows”, as seen from near the top of Signal Hill

As it turns out, we didn’t have to wait long.  Thanks to an expert’s referral to an “Iceberg Tracker” website, we discovered that icebergs had been sighted near both Signal Hill and Logy Bay.  After a simple but enjoyable lunch at an Afghani restaurant called “Afghan Restaurant” on Duckworth Street in St. John’s, we drove to the top of Signal Hill.

First glimpse of my first iceberg - as seen from near the bottom of Signal Hill
First glimpse of my first iceberg – as seen from near the bottom of Signal Hill

Signal Hill towers over the Atlantic Ocean:  this is where Marconi received the first transatlantic wireless transmission in 1901.  Despite the beautiful view, no icebergs were visible.  However, my inner goat got the best of me and I decided to hike down from Signal Hill to the Atlantic Ocean.  It is a very steep trail and most people looked exhausted upon returning.  I was not deterred:  for some reason, this was something I really needed to do.

The Narrows (with iceberg in the distance at far left)
The Narrows (with iceberg in the distance at far left)

After about 15 minutes of cautiously descending, I finally understood why “the call” was so strong:  the iceberg was there, out of sight of the crowds at the top of Signal Hill but visible to the few who dared descend to the ocean.  If you’ve never seen an iceberg before, I can tell you it is a humbling experience.  Even though this one was a couple of kilometers away, it still looked huge.    When you consider that about 90% of an iceberg’s mass is located underwater, it is even more impressive.

The rugged Atlantic coast, near Middle Bay
The rugged Atlantic coast, near Middle Bay

Now having an appetite for icebergs, we drove to Logy Bay to see if the other one was also visible.  We didn’t have to work very hard:  we saw it about 30 seconds after leaving the parking lot (see photo at the top of this post).  This one was much closer and therefore appeared much bigger.  It also put on a show, as we heard a loud boom and then saw smaller pieces on either side.  It had “calved” right before our eyes!  Our whale cousins must be impressed by icebergs too, as we saw whales breaching several times just to the east of the iceberg.

Iceberg in the Atlantic Ocean, at Logy Bay
Iceberg in the Atlantic Ocean, at Logy Bay

Seeing these icebergs was a great way to start our Newfoundland visit…we’re really looking forward to seeing more of this unique part of Canada!

Travel Flashback: Unusual Sights in East-Central Alberta (2013)

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

I took a lot of pictures at the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village; I’ve included a few more here (including the picture above) that weren’t in my original post on that fascinating site.  There are many other things to see east of Edmonton, however.

The giant sausage monument in Mundare, Alberta
The giant sausage monument in Mundare, Alberta

Near Vegreville and its giant Pysanka, there is another rural community with a huge monument.  Mundare is neither as large nor as famous as Vegreville but it honours its roots with…a giant sausage!   It sounds a little peculiar but the biggest business in town is indeed Stawnichy’s Meat Processing, right on the main street of Mundare.  There was a substantial Polish and Ukrainian population in the area so Woytko Stawnichy established a small grocery store here in 1959 with one small sausage smoker.

Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village
Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village

Over time, the sausage business prospered and became the focus of the Stawnichy family business.  To better service its loyal customers who now live and work in the big city,  there is even a Mundare Sausage House (and the associated Uncle Ed’s Restaurant) in the provincial capital of Edmonton.  However, the manufacturing facility and the heart of the business remains in tiny Mundare.  We didn’t go deep into the facility but were given some “Stawnichy’s Sausage” pins as souvenirs.  A tip and/or a warning, depending on how you feel about such aromas:  even the reception area smells strongly of sausage.

The Hilliard Hotel - formerly located in Hilliard, Alberta, and now in the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village
The Hilliard Hotel – formerly located in Hilliard, Alberta, and now in the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village

I would have loved to see more of the giant “monuments” in Alberta., such as the world’s largest pierogi in Glendon, the world’s largest badminton racquet in St. Albert, the world’s largest bee in Falher, the world’s largest beaver in Beaverlodge, or the world’s largest golf tee in Trochu.   Seeing all of Western Canada’s strange structures could easily form the basis of a bizarre road trip.  As we needed to return to our home base in Camrose that evening, we reluctantly started to head back via the town of Viking,

Entrance to the "Viking Troll Park" in Viking, Alberta
Entrance to the “Viking Troll Park” in Viking, Alberta

Most Canadian hockey fans will recognize Viking as the home of the Sutter brothers.  Incredibly, six brothers from the Sutter family all went on to play professional hockey in the National Hockey League.   While Viking recognizes its claim to fame, the town is extremely quiet and otherwise typical of many other farming communities in this part of the province.  The name “Viking” comes from the large number of Scandinavian immigrants who settled here.   There is even a “Viking Troll Park”, pictured above.

Modern grain elevators at Viking, Alberta
Modern grain elevators at Viking, Alberta

In our ongoing mission to support independent restaurants, we found ourselves at the “Viking Burger Queen” for dinner.   It was by no means fancy but we quite enjoyed chowing down on some substantial pizzas after a long day on the road.

The "Viking Burger Queen" in Viking, Alberta
The “Viking Burger Queen”  (and part of our tank/truck) in Viking, Alberta

As I’ve mentioned in some of my previous posts, we are about to head out on another adventure.   We are visiting one of the extremities of Canada but will also be visiting another country during the trip.  Notwithstanding the very rough sailing experience described in one of my recent blogs, we will be braving the open seas once again to make this an international trip.  It just might be the strangest international trip you can make by boat from Canada.

Intrigued?  I expect to be posting a little more frequently over the next couple of weeks, although that will naturally depend on the availability of Internet access.   Stay tuned!