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| Blown away at Cape Spear |
As I said will finish the trip later, and now is later. I'll continue from where I left off a month or so ago on our first day in Saint Johns, at Flat Rock, Newfoundland.
Our 2nd day in Saint Johns we took a look around the city at sights close to Saint Johns. First on our list was Cape Spear. We had heard that Cape Spear was the furthest east we could go in Canada and furthest east in North America, so we had to see what it was like.
Cape Spear is quite away's from the city, and on a winding road. When we got to the parking lot we met a couple that were riding motor cycles, and they asked, BC? as they read our plates, and yep we are. The conversation starts, and they say they want to go west to BC, and when we tell them of our journeys, they say yep, they want to do the same. Interesting how many people want to do as we are doing.
What a day we had, the wind was gusting to 70km's from the west, almost blowing us off this rock, we had a hard time just standing, forget about walking. Construction was taking place for a new, bigger, better place that would be the designated spot to stand and take the picture, so we walked toward the rocks.
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| Polly and Bosco getting Blown away at Cape Spear |
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| Some of the info about how important Cape Spear is. |
We made our way to what looked like the furthest on this point where many others had walked to check it out, and on the way we met a couple from Kelowna, BC. Wow that was cool. As we talked somehow we got talking about where we lived, and where they had been, and the place where our cabin is Canoe Pass, was somewhere they had been, and they knew people there we knew, and Toquart Bay came up, and they had been coming to the island for holidays for many years.... WOW, we were on the other side of Canada, furthest away from the furthest west we could be and meet someone and have a conversation about the other side of the country. This just blew us away, and the wind kept blowing too... We had a short conversation, and I got a picture so we could show people we knew there picture. Was a real surprise to us, and really made us feel like we are all connected, even if on the other side of the continent...
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| Furthest point east in North America |
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| Couple we met from Kelowna |
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| Wind on the water |
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| Bosco in the winds |
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| Looking out to see as the light keeper would |
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| Polly and I in chairs we have seen all over the east |
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| Round inside of the old lighthouse |
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| Through the lighthouse window to the sea |
After the moment, we said our good by's and off we went continuing our look around, we got close to the edge, but was so windy we went back, and up to the light house, and got a good look around up there. Met some more people, some from USA, some from Taiwan, and others, Polly always says I just meet people as I walk out the door. I like people, and is interesting to get to know them. I remember my niece said to me once, "I Know I talk too much, but I like to talk" right out of the blue, and then she went right back talking...
That stuck with me, and I guess I do that too. I do stop and let others talk, and I do listen, and on this trip I have learned much, but never did I think we would learn about Canoe Pass here at Cape Spear.
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| Kids running all around the parking |
As we returned to our truck, there was a bus full of kids about to ascend the hill, good timing to get on with our exploring Saint Johns. We make our way back to the city, and find a place to park where we can leave Bosco in the truck, in a covered parkade. Now we make our way into the heart of the city. We walk down the main street a block off the harbour, and check out the shops, and look for a place for lunch. We find a nice pub Polly had been told of,
Yellow Belly Brewery, and settle in for lunch. was center of the down town, and was less windy in town than at the Cape.
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| What we saw from Water street |
After lunch we wandered around the down town, and looked at the old buildings, and store fronts, was an interesting place, much history here. I couldn't help but look at the ships between the buildings, they were huge, and just a block off the down town, this was awesome to see. we walked down, and looked around the main street, and walked back to the truck on the street where the ships were tied up, was hot out now and we wanted to get back to the truck, but the ships did get us to stop and take a look as we passed.
We made our way to the next stop at the Terry Fox Memorial, at the north end of the down town, we parked and took a look, and we didn't know exactly terry foxes foot would have been put in the water, as the area was all fenced now, and nowhere could you get close to the water. Th Memorial was smaller than I had thought it would be, and just not as spectacular. What was there was well done, just hmm, not as we thought it might be. We looked it over good, and spent a little time reading and thinking what he accomplished, was quite a feat, for someone with the big C.
Next was signal hill, which is close to the memorial, just up the hill, but no walking for us, we drove through the detours, as paving was taking place today.
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| Signal Hill |
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| Saint Johns harbour |
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| Hmmm long way home yet! |
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| Just one of Newfoundlands huge Pot Holes |
Signal Hill is at the north side of the mouth of the entrance to Saint Johns Harbour, and a very good harbour it is, big enough for huge ships, and well protected. The wind was still blowing up there, and we got tossed around there too, Bosco was having a time of it in the wind, being pushed around. Quite a view from this vantage point, no wonder it was such an important part of the area. After this last stop we were off to the trailer for a little R&R. Another beauty day learning about this place we live in, Canada.
