Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
It looks like the bow of my kayak is giving the The Baffin Bay a bit of a nudge. The nice thing about taking pictures with a waterproof camera is that you can get some different perspectives at water level without fear of wrecking your camera. The trade-off of course is that a lot of times you are limited to automatic point and shoots, no manual settings per se, and an inability to apply different lenses to gain of course various depths of field, mags, etc. You can of course by an expensive camera and then spend the same price on water tight case which will probably fog up when you want to take the most coveted shot of your trip. So it appears most quests are a compromise and obtaining the most desired image no different.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Well not actually . I found this tire underwater and reached in with only wool gloves on my hands to fetch it out. Within 3 minutes my hands became pretty much useless not to mention burning. I had enough function to open the truck door and start the engine to warm them up. I purposely done this of course to see how much time I would actually have to make good use of my hands if submerged......not very long at all. Forget about holding a paddle!
Tony doing water exercises practising water angels not the bubbly kind but the ones akin to snow angels.
If I am going to boat in it I figured I might as well get a feel for what it would be like to be actually "In" it. The water is cold make no mistake. I could feel the coldness trying to get through my drysuit but dry it was, and buoyant with the trapped air and of course the PFD. Figured not bad for a February in Newfoundland. A storm just rages outside right now.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Nothing like a bit of wood to add a bit of warmth to the paddle. It was cool today but we were nice and toasty inside our drysuits. This retaining wall was lining the entrance to Marysvale, Newfoundland. Went hunting for an iceberg in this area last year. I thought it amazing how a ten story floating chunk of ice could hide but when you paddle in and around these coves you get an idea.
Gliding past this old dock into Marysvale you can't help but wonder how those days gone by were spent when this area was busier with the cod fishery. The crumbling docks and homes are all remnants of what once was but now providing a token glance of what one day may be again, maybe just in a different way. Tourismis ripe in Newfoundland and on days like this it makes me wonder where everyone is?
I was getting so hungry at this point all I could think of was food and these frozen falls just tantalized the imagery. It was today and has been when we paddle, very beautiful to see these frozen shore waters as you glide by. There is always it seems something captivating on shore to entertain during your paddle and if you have any imagination well you can play lots of games inside your head.
Well not really my own back yard but some body's. When you paddle in Newfoundland, especially in small areas like Collier's, you can't help but feel that you are just traipsing through someones yard. Ya gotta love it though.
These trawlers have seen better days for sure but their rusted carcases are all that remains in Burke's Cove in Collier's Bay. The Baffin Run and The Baffin Bay. I guess dry dock would be an understatement.
If you're gonna put-in Tony you might as well take-out. Excellent end to an excellent paddle on Feb.17th, in Colliers, Newfoundland. We paddled about 20km today. The temp was about -5 celsius and no wind. Tony an I seem to get the calms before the storm. Actually we've been planning it that way. Big storm tomorrow with winds reaching 100km. We'll be looking at our pictures!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
As you approach downtown St. John's Newfoundland from The Bay you will be guided in through the channel by The Lighthouse at Fort Amherst on the south shore. Standing resolutely assisting the wayward boater. A beautiful beacon of security in a bay of turbulence.
Entering through the Narrows past Fort Amherst Light you will pass boats at more on the south side and houses , old salt boxes hugging Signal Hill at it's base on the North Shore. Their colors are bright and striking at first but soon lend a bit of warmth to what can most times be a foggy ,cool and dreary coast.There will be channel markers and lights to guide you through.
Once through The Narrows, and it is Narrow, however the biggest cruise liners in the world can take anchor in St. John's Harbour. Once you enter the harbour you are treated to the downtown core and the city opens up before your eyes and it is hard to believe on first approach that there is even a city tucked inside St. John's Bay past The Narrows that protects it's inner harbour.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Now every now and again I give her praise. I like her inside out and outside in. I love her fine lines and her ability to contrast and stand out. I like how she slides on the cold hard stones and how she rocks when she gets wet. I love crawling in and out of her but I love most how she makes me feel inside. I can't help but feel her smoothness with every stroke as she glides through the water. When she comes to rest it is then and only then that I realize she is mine. Though I like to control her I give her the respect she deserves and allow her to move and respond to my every whim. Sometimes, sometimes when she catches me off guard and flips me over, I love to roll back up on top and take control and once again enjoy her rhythm with mine as we harmonize to a cadence that is one with each other. When I give her the accessories she seems to crave we find balance in our desires and when those times arise when she needs to be tweaked she gets nothing but the best. She never seems to tire and is always available when I need and want her most. When those emotions prevail that can only be spent on her we seem to soak up each others strengths and use them to meld a fluid motion that only she can then push down her sides. That is when I love her lines, that is when she shines.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Unloaded on Bell Isalnd my kayak is ready for a trip around the Northeast side with Tony. It was just a spectacular day for this little jaunt and it is hard to believe that there is very little if any wind to contend with especially for Jan 31st. You can see the Bell Island Ferry plying the tickle in the distance. We took the ferry over today and for six bucks return you can't beat the worth of it.
These spectacular frozen falls are typical of some of the frozen pieces of ice we encountered along our paddle around a small part of Bell Island Newfoundland on a Saturday afternoon on Jan.31st, 2009. It is hard to believe that as I type this I have shoveled 4 times already and the storm continues outside unabated. Amazing what one day can bring.
A foreboding site are the shores of Bell Island. Her architecture is one of vivacious curves, steep cliffs and sharp stacks. Yet there are small pockets of beaches that dot her coastline and some look as dangerous for landing as any may expect for the northern exposure and the long fetch from Conception Bay coupled with lots and lots of shoaling on the Northwest side makes for extremely big waves just before they crash either on shore or against the steepened cliffs. So when you paddle Bell Island you have to be constantly scanning the horizon for building waves and breaking crests lest you be unexpectedly devoured. The thing is , is that they are not constant and can unpredictably seemingly come out of no where but you sure feel them when you sart to lift skyward. The other part of this is the clapotis that envelopes the whole of the Island as wind and waters make their way around her shores. A fun Island to paddle but you have to be vigilant is all.
The Bell Island Light almost seems to sit too snuggly upon the cliffs edge providing it's guidance. I am not sure how bright this light is but it has been in operation since 1940 and provided information to iron ore carriers during WWii that the Convoy was waiting to escort them to England.
Tony is seen here coming round the Northeast side of a Bell headland. There were lots of frozen water runoff with very huge icicles. I am not even sure how big icicles can get before they are named something a bit more ominous. The pictures do not do some of these justice they were threateningly humongous.
Bell Island can be very dwarfing near it's cliffs. Under this monstrosity are mine shafts extending out into Conception Bay. Her innards were very sought after during the Great War when iron was add a premium fueling the war machine in Europe, namely Britain and Germany. This endeavour brought the Germans to the very shores of Bell Island when an iron ore freighter was sunk by a U-Boat off her South Western end. Could possibly be the only German attack on North American soil.......water I guess.
Now begins the task of loading the boats up the beach and on to the snowy vehicles. An excellent paddle and an excellent way to spend it with your paddling friend. Probably the only people on the Island paddling today, both Islands....Newfoundland and Bell Islands.