The last thing we expected to see when visiting Cape Spear, Newfoundland were relics of World War II. Of course in hindsight, this being the most easterly point of North America makes it such an obvious choice. Turns out it was a strategic point in the Battle of the Atlantic.
The battery and garrison that were constructed here as protection from German submarines convoys still remain. The bunkers and underground passages, albeit most are locked from general access, still hold that feeling of necessary urgency.
The discoloration of the wall only adding to this sense of eeriness. Initially the children were convinced they’d stumbled upon something quite sinister but once those notions were dispelled much exploring ensued. (Note to self: more cooking shows, less murder shows).
The two 30 tonne gun barrels that still prevail 60+ years later totally blew us away, no pun intended, but if I start on those I’m sure even the heavy cloud-cover we’re currently experiencing wouldn’t silence your cries of… “mum, how much longer?”
Walking around St John’s, Newfoundland we chanced upon a wonderful bronze sculpture by Morgan MacDonald whose created some magnificent pieces of work not only in Newfoundland but across Canada.
The sculpture we were admiring was called “A Time“. It’s quite a large piece with six figures each reflecting various contributions of the Arts to the City of St Johns. I particularly like the fiddler!
“A Time” also commemorates The City of St Johns being designated a “Cultural Capital of Canada” in 2006.
Newfoundland was an unexpected gem with so much to see and do. Even the children are planning their next visit which for me says it all.
Hence, when it came time to leave Newfoundland and our plane was unexpectedly cancelled leaving us another day there before we could continue our journey onto New Brunswick and Prince Edward Island, we all gleefully jumped back into the hire-car.
For a change it was with big smiles on our faces and a song in our heart when the question was asked… “mum, how much longer?”
Setting out on our first morning in St Johns, Newfoundland our schedule was simple – first stop Cape Spear, second stop surprise the children with… ZIP-LINING!
Turns out Petty Harbor, Newfoundland is home to North Atlantic Ziplines (NAZ), Canada’s LONGEST (and trust me, it’s freakin’ LONG) zip-line course. There were 10 zip lines we did ranging from 300 to 2,200 feet in length. A total of something like 3-1/2 kilometers of line!
The plan was for we “girls” to do the first zip-line with the boys so we could say we’d zip-lined, then leave them to it and go for hot chocolate somewhere. Didn’t happen did it?! Somehow Hubby’s and my place became switched. Oh. My. Gosh!
Half way along Phil, our extraordinarily patient guide, asked was I enjoying it at all.
Perhaps it was my screaming along each zip-line, or maybe it was how it was taking longer and LONGER at each zip-line platform for me to push-off which had him doubting my enthusiasm!
As I said to him, “in retrospect I’ll have had an amazing time but right now all I want to do is finish this bloody thing!” Phil laughed!
Yes, in retrospect it was an incredible experience but for two hours all I could think to myself was… “MUM, HOW MUCH FREAKIN’ LONGER?”
Cape Spear is North America’s most easterly point. Next stop, Ireland!
This was a MUST see on our visit to Newfoundland and didn’t disappoint as unbeknownst to us, there was still relics from World War II to be found there.
My intention was to simply drive there, stand on the spot, take my photo, and drive on but that SO wasn’t the case. The four of us spent two hours clambering over every rock and path to be found. Imagine if the park amenities had been open, we’d have spent all day there!
It was cold, wet and windy but not once did I hear… “mum, how much longer?”
When traveling around St John’s, Newfoundland, regardless of being on foot or in a vehicle, you can’t help but be mesmerized by the assortment of bright colors of the houses.
Side by side these Victorian homes stand but all painted a different, glorious color. The fact they are referred to as the “Jellybean Row Houses” only adds to their beauty!
There’s many stories about the reasons behind their bright colors. One story states the bright colors were to guide the fisherman home during the thick fogs.
Yea, like you can see colors in fogs when you can’t even see a building, rock or even an ice-burg for that matter, lol. Hey, it’s a nice story though but… “mum, how much longer?”
Are you up to the challenge?!
The first snow of the season fell upon Old Quebec City Sunday morning as the last of the summer blooms held its head high.
It stood so proud, a contrast of color as the snow clouds hovered above but… “mum, how much longer?”
It’s not Wednesday is it? Oops, lol! Please forgive me but I’m still catching my breath!
Monday evening saw us complete our 15th flight in 15 days. On saying this, it wasn’t as if we had a flight every day, sometimes it was three, however not once did we experience a safety talk like this one. If only!
Perhaps if there were more safety videos like this one more people would take notice instead of closing one’s eyes with thoughts running through their heads of… “mum, how much longer?”