Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Photos from the Newfoundland trip

    Ed McIntyre suggested the trip when he, Bud Peck and I stood near the ferry slip in North Sydney, Nova Scotia on an earlier tour of the Maritime Provinces. The highlight of that earlier tour was the Cabot Trail around Cape Breton Island where we rode the twisty coastal highway all the way around the island and saw many quaint villages whose economy is based primarily on fishing and trapping lobsters. Remembering the two years I spent in Newfoundland in the Air Force in the early 1950s my immediate reply was, "What would anyone want to go to Newfoundland for? It's rainy and cloudy all the time and the wind blows constantly.” On the rare occasions that the rain lets up and the wind stops blowing, you couldn’t see for the fog.
    Actually it rained for a total of only about four hours out of the seven days we eventually spent on the island, and we experienced strong winds only once while we were there, which was near Stephenville where I was stationed. I saw a road sign near there during our trip that warned of wind in excess of 200 km (125 mph) having been measured along that section of road. We saw fog only once too, and that was miles out at sea on the Grand Banks, off the southern tip of the Avalon Peninsula. We heard from several native Newfoundlanders that it was the most extraordinary summer they had experienced in 30 years.

Following is an excerpt from my book “Motorcycling Stories – Adventure Touring from the Northwest Territroies to the Yucatan Peninsula” about the trip.

            “On our return across the island we visited Twillingate on the northern coast and the lighthouse at Crow Head where we stood at the edge of a vertical cliff hundreds of feet above the ocean to look for whales.  Most visitors were content to stand behind a tall fence and look from there, but Bud and I walked out to the very edge, which gave me a rush from the excitement.  A voice yelled, "Whale," and sure enough one of the large mammals surfaced directly below us and blew water far into the air from its spout.
            "We visited St. Anthony, which is near the end of the Great Northern Peninsula and the northernmost city in Newfoundland.  It is the home of the famous Grenfell Medical Mission, where we saw a helicopter swoop in toward the large modern hospital as we rode through town.  The hospital supports a large surrounding area including remote Eskimo communities on the mainland as well as other islands much farther north.  We encountered the only significant rain of the trip in St. Anthony and decided to skip a side visit to L'Anse-aux-Meadows, site of the first Viking settlement in North America.
            "On our return down the peninsula near Eddies Cove along the Viking Trail we saw a group of huge icebergs in the Strait of Belle Isle as they drifted near the Labrador coast on their way to the open Atlantic.  We passed through Gros Morne National Park on our way to and from St. Anthony.  The park offers some of the most magnificent scenery on the island with its many majestic fjords, lakes, and mountains.
            "Our last night in Newfoundland was spent at a motel at Plum Point on the northern peninsula, where we enjoyed the best food of our trip in the small motel dining room.  Aside from many identifiable items they served a full menu of traditional Newfoundland dishes such as fish 'n brewis, cod tongues, cod-au-gratin, scrunchions, Atlantic salmon, and others.  A major difference we noticed with the food in Newfoundland was with over-easy eggs and breakfast sausages.  The eggs were usually served over hard and the sausages were always bland.  Once during the trip we stopped for breakfast at a McDonald’s, hoping to get spicy sausages.  Instead they served the blandest sausages we ever tasted at a Mickey D’s.
            "As we stood on the dock in Port-aux-Basques a small musical group stood nearby singing Newfie folk songs like "I'se the Bye" and "The Squid Jiggin' Ground".  Their music sounds to me like a mixture of the Highland fling and the Irish jig. It seemed a perfect end to a perfect visit.  Most people there were outwardly friendly and hospitable toward us. It was normal for someone to come up and start a conversation. Whenever we asked for information it was given with a smile. They laugh at the traditional "Newfie jokes" and will tell you a few right back.  Newfoundland is aptly called ‘The Happy Province.’”

    I took the following photos of the trip. Most of the small fishing villages along the Atlantic coastline are exceptionally picturesque.

Somewhere in Maine

Atlantic beach, somewhere in New Brunswick

Entering the causeway between Nova Scotia and Cape Breton Island

Somewhere along the Cabot Trail on Cape Breton Island

Seacoast village near norther tip of Cape Breton

Small ferry across one of the straits

The Caribou arriving at North Sidney from Newfoundland

The huge ferry Caribou with its bow raised for loading

We strapped the bikes securely on one of the parking decks

It's a 3 to 4-hour open-sea trip to Newfoundland

Arriving at Port aux Basques, Newfoundland

Inside the tiny harbor

Ferry dock at Port aux Basques

Downtown Port aux Basques

Was once the Base Chapel at Ernest Harmon AFB near Stephenville

Was once the Base Hospital where my daughter Donna was born

This was the Air Force hanger where I worked

This was the AF tower

The old lighthouse at Cape Bonavista - now a museum

St. John's harbor

The city of St. John's, Newfoundland

Ed & Bud on the hilltop overlooking the city, near Cabot Tower

Historic Cabot Tower

Boats on Quidi Vidi Lake, site of an annual Royal St. John's Regatta

A seashore fishery on the east coast of Newfoundland

East coast of the Avalon Peninsula

A typical coastal village

We located the caribou herd between St. Shotts and Peter's River, 2,000 strong

The lighthouse at Crow Head

Gros Morne National Park on the Great Norther Peninsula

St. Anthony, home of the famous Grenfell Mission

Near L'Anse-aux-Meadows, site of the first Viking settlement on North America

Heading south

Eddie's Cove

Three-man band singing Newfie folk songs to bid us farewell

Waiting to load onto the sea-going ferry

Turning around for rear-end loading

Leaving the tiny harbor for North Sidney, Nova Scotia

On our way home from Newfoundland, we took a side trip to Mt. Washington in New Hampshire. Since it wasn't mentioned in my book, Motorcycling Stories, I'll post the photos of that side trip under a separate heading.


  1. I was stationed there at La Scie WB in 1957-1958.

  2. Great pictures. I was not at St. Stephens, but rather Melville AFS at Goose Bay. Still brought back memories

    Barry Miller, Sgt. 68-69 @ Goose Bay