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St. Anthony & Labrador

Goose Cove, near St. Anthony, Newfoundland

     

July 10–12, 2001

We awoke to a dense fog we thought would dissipate, but never did all day. It gave an eerie quality to our morning at L'Anse aux Meadows, site of an ancient Viking settlement. It was also the first day we had to bundle up against the cold. A foggy July day in northernmost Newfoundland might feel balmy to a Newfoundlander, but to Virginians, it felt more like winter!

A little history: the L'Anse aux Meadows site was discovered in the mid-1900s and excavated by Helge Ingstad, Norwegian explorer, writer, and politician, and his archeologist wife, Anne Stine in the 1960s. The excavation was later continued by Parks Canada, and L'Anse aux Meadows became a World Heritage site. For a long time, "Vinland," which was recorded in Norse legend as having been discovered by the Vikings and described as "a place where grapes grew," was thought to be somewhere south of Maine since grapes are not known to grow north of there. However, artifacts and building ruins found at L'Anse aux Meadows lead archeologists to believe that the Vikings, possibly Leif Ericsson and his band, lived on and off at this site for 25 years. The site was abandoned after that, possibly due to hostilities with the local Indians. The actual excavations are now covered to preserve the site. Our interpreter said it was unlikely that any more excavation would take place there for another 20 years or so until archeological technology improves to the point where no further damage will be rendered to the site.

Off to the side, there are some reconstructed buildings where re-enactors show how life must have been, based on what has been found and what is known about Viking lifestyles in other areas they occupied.

The afternoon took us back to St. Anthony where we planned our next adventure over a light snack at the Lightkeeper's Cafe. I was beginning to chafe over having inadequate time to concentrate on photography, plus I wanted to see the north Atlantic. Consequently, on some local advice, we headed for Goose Cove, located at the end of an unlikely gravel road. It turned out to be a good decision. We spent most of the rest of the afternoon hiking along a plateau on a high cliff that overlooks the north Atlantic. It was deserted, desolate, and absolutely gorgeous. And there was plenty to photograph, from the interesting vegetation underfoot to the spectacular sweeping vistas both seaward and on the plateau — lots of steep, rugged cliffs, blue mountain ponds, abundant wildflowers (see my special writeup & photos), a red fox. A small graveyard on a protected bluff reminded us that a hardy people once lived there and scraped a living from the rocks and the sea.

Note: A former resident of Goose Cove emailed to tell me that Goose Cove (West), now an abandoned village, had eleven families in the early 1960s. The little cove between the two headlands (above) is known there as Harvey's Cove and the little pond (also pictured above) is called Rocky Pond.

I couldn't leave the town of Goose Cove, a picturesque little fishing village, without shooting a roll of film there as well. We stopped to chat with some friendly fishermen working on one of the boats. Their trade was shrimp and crabs they ship to southern Newfoundland for processing and sale.

Because the Lightkeeper's Cafe had a good Canada Select rating, we decided to go back there for dinner, by this time in dire need of a good (i.e., tasty) feed. We were not disappointed, and enjoyed one of the best meals we'd had to date in Newfoundland. After dinner, we wandered along some of the trails at Fisherman's Point, and although some of the views were similar to what we had seen from the cliffs over Goose Cove, none were nearly so spectacular. The heavy fog was also rolling back in.

The next morning, we were up early, 5:30 AM, since we had a one and a half hour drive to the ferry that would take us across the Strait of Belle Isle to Labrador. Breakfast was the usual delicious fare with rolls and jam. We enjoyed chatting with Dot, the cook, who appeared to be related to almost everyone at L'Anse aux Meadows and neighboring Norstead, the commercialized version of the Viking story. This is a good point to comment on the unusual and unique speech patterns and accents of the people of Newfoundland, since the farther north you are, the more pronounced the dialect. The H sound is often dropped from the beginnings of words that normally use it, and inserted in front of other words in unlikely places. The slang word "yeah" is used frequently as an affirmation or agreement, with the addition of a breathy H sound. Used mainly by women, the overall effect can be quite charming. Newfoundland was originally settled by Irish fishermen, and consequently English is spoken with a lilting Irish or Scottish accent, in addition to the more familiar Canadian habits of speech (e.g., "aboot). Again, the farther north, the more pronounced the accent. Listen to a group of fishermen or a gang of teenagers conversing, and you will think they are speaking something other than English.

The ferry ride to Labrador was an uneventful trip during which I spent most of the hour and a half trying to keep from getting seasick. The seas were a bit choppy, and I am no sailor when it comes to keeping my stomach in line. We disembarked in Blanc Sablon, Quebec, had a quick lunch at the Northern Light Cafe, then drove east along the coastline. Man, was it cold! We stopped a few times for photos at my request. George waited in the car while I braved the buffeting wind to take photos of the fog.

We didn't have much time in Labrador — only a day — so we quickly found our B&B (Lighthouse Cove), checked in, quickly toured the nearby Pointe Amour lighthouse, then headed for Red Bay and the end of the paved road north. Beyond Red Bay, the road is a Class A gravel affair that goes to Mary's Harbour. This road was supposed to be extended to Cartwright very soon, and to Churchill Falls in six years or so, mainly to benefit the logging industry I think. Very sad since the extension of the road will lead to the same rape of the virgin forests as has occurred in Newfoundland.

At the time of our visit, there were only two paved roads in Labrador, with the other connecting Quebec to Labrador City. Aside from logging, Labrador's only other industry is fishing along the coast. The only access to these fishing communities is via a packet boat that travels up and down the coast from Nain in the north to St. Anthony in the south. Passengers can travel on the Northern Ranger for about $3,200. It takes 12 days to make the run, which includes stops at all of the fishing communities along the way.

Recreational fishermen head for the Pinware River where a lot of fly, salmon and trout fishing takes place. In the winter, ice fishing is popular amongst the hearty.

In Red Bay, we visited the Basque Whaler's Museum. Much of the artifacts and history is based on a 400 year old whaling boat discovered at the bottom of the bay and a grave site found on a nearby island. We had hoped to take a motorboat across to the island to explore, but the weather wasn't cooperating, and we ran out of time.

The park interpreters we encountered both in Newfoundland and in Labrador were extremely well-informed and helpful during the entire trip. The fellow we met in Labrador seemed especially interested in talking to us (probably because he doesn't usually see many people). He was a seasonal park ranger — we couldn't quite figure out what he did for the rest of the year though, this same being true for many of the people we met in the far north. They probably get iced in and can't do much. Apparently snow-mobiling is a big thing in the winter. We also chatted with a 17 year old boy in the gift shop. It's such a pleasure to talk with these northern Canadian teenagers, who have not yet adopted the prevalent American teenage behavior of irreverence and rudeness. These kids are friendly, have positive attitudes and good family values, appreciate what they have (which is a lot less than the average American teenager has), and can beautifully articulate their thoughts and ideas with "adults." We met several of these teens during our trip. This particular young man was looking forward to joining his friends in college at Memorial University in St. John's the following year. The young lady who was the tour guide at the Pointe Amour Lighthouse (near our B&B) was also hoping to attend the university in St. John's to study education and psychology. Many of the young people of Newfoundland and Labrador are taking advantage of opportunities to get a college education, which then open up the possibilities for employment elsewhere in other provinces. They wish they could stay at home, but jobs are scarce. The fishing industry there is crippled due to a moratorium on cod and salmon fishing caused by foreign countries being allowed to fish Canadian waters for so many years. The area is fished out. There's still a market for shellfish — crabs, mussels, shrimp —but it's not as lucrative as it used to be.

On the nature front, we saw some really huge saddleback gulls, a whale (probably a menke), and a seal off the coast near the lighthouse. No moose in Labrador. We wondered if we would see a polar bear, but no, we didn't. Polar bears apparently arrive in Newfoundland and Labrador in the spring, via iceberg from Greenland and Baffin Island. Unwelcome visitors, they are always escorted back off again.

We had dinner at the Whaler's Restaurant in Red Bay (pretty much the only game in town), then headed back to our B&B (an unassuming home), where we enjoyed a very pleasant social evening with the owners and their assorted guests. We ran into one couple who had also been with us at our last B&B in St. Anthony. The owners of the Lighthouse Cove B&B were a retired fisherman and his wife. They had plenty of interesting stories to tell about the local community and its families, and they were interested in hearing about their guests' adventures. Breakfast the next morning was another very social affair, and quite delicious as our hostess had plenty of homemade bread, muffins, and jam on hand. It was hard to tear ourselves away, but we had a ferry to catch.

 

Viking Interpreter at L'Anse aux Meadows
L'Anse aux Meadows

 

 

Goose Cove Pateau Ponds
Rocky Pond

 

 

 

Goose Cove Graveyard
Former Residents of Goose Cove West

 

Goose Cove Fishing Village
Goose Cove

 

 

 

 

Ferry to Labrador
Ferry to Labrador

 

 

Pointe Amour Lighthouse
Pointe Amour Lighthouse

 

 

 

 

 

End of the Paved Road
The End of the Paved Road

 

 

 

Pinware River
Pinware River

 

Lighthouse Cove B&B
Lighthouse Cove B&B

   

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