This morning the sun came up over the hill
behind Red Bay and there was just a bit of a breeze.. The trucks that spent
the night were gone.
Around 7:30 we headed back toward the ferry in Blanc-Sablon.
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The sun chases the shadows
off the hill sides |
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| The beauty of Red Bay |
About 5 miles north of West Saint Modeste
we came around a curve and there were two female moose standing in the middle
of the road. (Does that make them Moosettes?) They appeared to be young: maybe
yearlings. We were so surprised and
flustered we didn’t get the camera going in time to get a picture before they
wandered down off the road into a thicket.
But yes we did see moose! Scouts Honor!
Now for some of that good coffee we had
yesterday. That called for a stop at Dot’s Bakery and Coffee Shop in West Saint
Modeste for breakfast. Linda spotted a critter that was half chipmunk, half ground squirrel, and half, who knows what. The lady at the coffee shop said "We call them Whistlers and their everywhere."
As we came to L’anse Amour we turned off
the highway to visit the Point Amour Lighthouse. By now the wind has picked up and the cold
goes right through you. Everywhere we go
we are blamed for bringing the unusually cold and rainy weather. Well, they've got to blame someone!
There is so much history here. The lighthouse is 155 years old. At 109 feet from the ground to the light
itself, Point Amour lighthouse is the tallest in Atlantic Canada and the second
tallest lighthouse ever built in Canada.
There are 132 steps up to the lamp room and I realized I’m not as young
as I once was.
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The Strait of Belle Isle
Newfoundland in the distance |
The displays had pictures of the many lighthouse keepers and the wedding dress and tuxedo of one of the couples who were married while he was keeper. The clothing was found in a trunk after the light was automated in 1995. It was one of the first Marconi signal stations sending Morris Code over the radio to other light houses in the area.
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| Box of signal flags |
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| The foundation |
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| The View from the top |
There were German U Boats In the strait during WWII. In the confusion to escape them one convoy had four Allied ships run aground.
On the dirt road out of L’anse Amour is a
burial site only a few feet off the road.
It is thought to be the oldest known burial site in the new world. It is the grave of a child thought to have
lived here 7,500 years ago.
Next to the burial site in the soft sand I
found some moose tracks. (No, not the ice cream; the actual foot prints.) With the rain we have been having they must
have been from this morning or they would have washed away in the soft sand.
We reached Blanc-Sablon in time to make the
1:00PM ferry. Just before boarding it
started a light rain. Then I noticed the
occasional tiny white balls bouncing off the windshield…Sleet!
On the ferry we had three bikers from New
Hampshire who rode the whole Trans-Labrador highway. Then one gentleman was showing his cellphone
pictures of his ferry ride, yesterday, when the wind was blowing 50 mph on the Straight
and the waves were coming over the bow and the spray was hitting the
windshields. That would have been quite
the ride. He said “If you were a person
who gets sea sick, you would have”.
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| Time to load up |
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| Another attempt at Moose-proofing |
As we left the terminal we found ourselves
not sitting in front to watch the waves like on the way over Tuesday, but we
were sitting backwards watching Labrador slowly fade into the distance. In the past two days we have really come to
appreciate the people and their history.
The idea was to stay in an RV park here
next to the ferry terminal in Saint Barbe.
When I say “RV Park” that’s exactly what it is. There’s about a half-acre gravel lot with a
few hook ups along the chain-link fence.
Everything was locked up so we
went across the road to the Dockside Motel and got a room. It’s kind of nice because I have to catch up
on four days of blog! I got plenty of
time and a comfortable desk. The window
overlooks the ferry landing.
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| Linda and her "Labradorable "Look! |
This morning the sun came up over the hill
behind Red Bay and there was just a bit of a breeze.. The trucks that spent
the night were gone.
Around 7:30 we headed back toward the ferry in Blanc-Sablon. 
Now for some of that good coffee we had
yesterday. That called for a stop at Dot’s Bakery and Coffee Shop in West Saint
Modeste for breakfast. Linda spotted a critter that was half chipmunk, half ground squirrel, and half, who knows what. The lady at the coffee shop said "We call them Whistlers and their everywhere."
There is so much history here. The lighthouse is 155 years old. At 109 feet from the ground to the light
itself, Point Amour lighthouse is the tallest in Atlantic Canada and the second
tallest lighthouse ever built in Canada.
There are 132 steps up to the lamp room and I realized I’m not as young
as I once was. 
On the dirt road out of L’anse Amour is a
burial site only a few feet off the road.
It is thought to be the oldest known burial site in the new world. It is the grave of a child thought to have
lived here 7,500 years ago.
We reached Blanc-Sablon in time to make the
1:00PM ferry. Just before boarding it
started a light rain. Then I noticed the
occasional tiny white balls bouncing off the windshield…Sleet! 
On the ferry we had three bikers from New
Hampshire who rode the whole Trans-Labrador highway. Then one gentleman was showing his cellphone
pictures of his ferry ride, yesterday, when the wind was blowing 50 mph on the Straight
and the waves were coming over the bow and the spray was hitting the
windshields. That would have been quite
the ride. He said “If you were a person
who gets sea sick, you would have”.
As we left the terminal we found ourselves
not sitting in front to watch the waves like on the way over Tuesday, but we
were sitting backwards watching Labrador slowly fade into the distance. In the past two days we have really come to
appreciate the people and their history. 
The idea was to stay in an RV park here
next to the ferry terminal in Saint Barbe.
When I say “RV Park” that’s exactly what it is. There’s about a half-acre gravel lot with a
few hook ups along the chain-link fence.
Everything was locked up so we
went across the road to the Dockside Motel and got a room. It’s kind of nice because I have to catch up
on four days of blog! I got plenty of
time and a comfortable desk. The window
overlooks the ferry landing.
Okay I would say you've seen Rocky (the squirrel) but still no Bullwinkle. Dudley DoRight - the Mountie & Nel - the damsel in distress can't be too far away. Love the pictures !
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