This is a very easy and yummy dessert. Enjoy!Simple Pear & Apple Tart
Musings by Alison. Imagery by Russ.
This is a very easy and yummy dessert. Enjoy!
July 12, 2009Murray’s is a beautiful spot and our first experience with an abandoned outport. Outports are the name for small communities that sprung up close to the fishing grounds, anywhere from a few houses to over 500 people. The government has been encouraging movement to more centralized places so they don’t have to provide services to these isolated communities. Abandoned outports litter the coast, stark evidence of the old way of life. It begs the question, “Are the residents better off today than when they were living more independently?” “What’s necessary for happiness?” It’s easy to romanticize the outport life but lack of medical care and schooling were balanced against independence and proximity to fishing. When the fishery collapsed it spelled the end for most of the remaining outports.
It’s a strange feeling to look out our ports and see all these silent houses, some falling down and some obviously still used as weekend get-aways. No lights warm the windows. No children play on the swing set.
Russ went ashore last night to get us snow from a snowfield for our icebox and in the process lost one lens to his prescription sunglasses. It felt like a fruitless mission to find them. Eureka! It was laying on the edge of the snowfield. Our lucky day.

July 11, 2009
Battle Harbor, Labrador 52°16.4N 055°35.2W
Somebody’s got a fiddle
Someone else brought a guitar
Bobby’s got a squeeze box . . .
Goin’ Up - a traditional Newfoundland song
Lantern light spilled from the oldest house in Battle Harbour. Music slid from the cracks and floated across the quiet harbor. Crowded into the kitchen were over a dozen men, 3 guitars, an accordion, some harmonicas (played by Russ) and me.
Earlier in the day, 2 twenty-foot ski type boats pulled into what’d been known as the “Capitol of Labrador”, Battle Harbor. The seven occupants were from St. Anthony’s on their yearly fishing, music playing trek down the Labrador and we were lucky enough to share this spot with them.
Gazing around the room it was easy to be transported back in time and wonder how many kitchen parties this particular kitchen had seen. I think there are more musical instruments and people with musical ability per capita in Newfoundland/Labrador than perhaps anywhere else in the world.
Our stay at Battle Harbor was full of magic: a harbor crammed with ice bergs including this fellow. Is it a sphinx or a lion or something else?

Humpback whales teaming together to chase small fish into a cove, creating a bubble net around the fish and then rising up through the swarm, mouths open were our nighttime show. Music threaded through it all and on a more mundane note – showers and laundry.
July 9, 2009
Red Bay, Labrador
Down North . . . huh? Isn’t North up? Geographically speaking for people in the northern hemisphere it’s up, but for sailors it’s down. Downwind that is. Prevailing winds are from the southwest so heading up the coast you’ll be sailing with the wind behind you . . . downwind!
The crossing was a breeze and w were actually sailing a bit. Russ napped and I prepared fish chowder with the cod given us by the Freida M. Chop onions. Look for bergy bits. Chop celery. Look for bergy bits. Chop potatoes. Look for bergy bits.
My love of history probably comes from trooping around old forts and battlegrounds with my family as a kid so you’re going to get a dose of it here.
History oozes from the reddish rocks surrounding Red Bay, our first Labradorian landfall. Andante sailed by them just like the Basques fisherman had over 400 years ago. This was a much busier port then than it is now. Between 1540 and 1610, Basque whaling activities made Red Bay the busiest whaling port in the world. It’s a quiet place now and hard to imagine the harbor filled with thirty Basque galleons and over 2000 men working and living here.
They came for the right whales that migrated up the Straits of Belle Isle, the natural constriction funneleing the whales to the harpoonists’ Shoreside operations rendered the whale oil, made barrels to hold it, and prepared it for shipping in the fall when the whole operation packed up and returned home.
A storm swept through the harbor in the fall of 1565 and The San Juan, almost fully loaded with barrels of whale oil for the return voyage, was driven on the rocks and sank. All of the crew made it to shore and the ensuing lawsuits enabled modern researchers to learn of the sinking and begin searching. Exactly 400 years later, she was discovered on the harbor bottom, laid open and flattened by time and ice like a cod filleted and laid open for salting. Through painstaking archeological work she was mapped, catalogued, and raised piece by piece. Models were made of each piece and the originals were placed back on the harbor floor for preservation.
The exhibits do a great job giving a taste of what life was like for a Basque sailor of that era. Laden with supplies including pre-fab wooden barrels, the Basque galleons left in the early spring. Sometimes arriving in these waters to find ice holding firm to the land, they set up operations. Whales were dragged as close to land as possible where blubber boiled in large tryworks. Barrels were assembled close by the men protected from the elements by roofs made of red tiles from home.
At 5 ft. 6” and 145 pounds on average, they were a short, muscular group of men. No evidence of women has been found. They worked hard, long days falling into exhausted sleep aboard their ships. Accidents claimed lives and at least one winter, 1576-1577, men were left. It was a hard winter and when the galleons returned in the spring, many had died. The first known will written in the new world was written that spring. Juan Martinez de Larrume dictated his last will and testament. Some interesting pieces:
-14 items, the vast majority of references in the will, were related to church donations to cover low and high masses
-money was ear marked to cover a hospital debt
-money was also paid to cover a debt he owed for a cask of whale oil-turns out he’d bought the whale oil for a friend who now owed him for it. “I declare that the caulker owes me four reales. I ask that they be collected.”
Roots of instruments we use today were found in the wreckage; a compass and hourglass to measure time and parts of an astrolabe (an early sextant) speak to the navigator’s art.
A not so welcome passenger to the new world was a rat. His skeleton, found in the San Juan’s wreckage, marks the first dateable evidence of this invasive species to the new world.
July 7, 2009 Flowers Cove

That’d be thrombolites but I’ll get to that in a minute.
We’ve spent a lot more time tied up at wharves on this trip than we’d thought we would. Since the cod fishery was closed in 1992, the government-built fishing wharves have lots of space. Flowers Cove was no exception. We tucked in between 2 fishing boats and out of the way of the crane used to unload catches.
A couple was on the wharf watching us, not an unusual happening as we’ve been the entertainment at many a wharf so far ~ definitely getting better at this though. Turns out Irene and Mark, from Quebec, are touring Newfoundland by rental car. It’s been interesting to notice how tourists make eye contact with each other and immediately start asking where each has been.
We chatted about boats and sailing for a while and they offered us a lift to see the thrombolites. Thrombolites are fossilized remains of algae dated at 650 million years old. That makes them the first known forms of life on earth. These algae have clumped together into mushroomy like mounds which have fossilized. The only other known place that these things exist is in western Australia.
I keep picturing them in a scene from Star Trek, the original please. Captain Kirk, Spock and Dr. McCoy beam to the planet’s surface where they’re surrounded by pulsating globs. Dr. McCoy waves his tricorder over one and detects signals that indicate intelligence . . . cut to close up of Kirk . . .
I agree with our guidebook that one of the reasons to go see this rarest of fossils is how low key the setting is. There’s no tourist stand nearby selling thrombolite key chains or spoons. Not even a thrombolite postcard!
We spent a great evening sharing dinner with Irene and Mark just sharing bits of our lives, work, kids, etc. Fellow travelers meeting on the highway, er seaway . . .
Rise and Shine Mary Sunshine!
July 6, 2009 Port Saunders
This was our first experience tying up to a fishing boat and the etiquette was a little unclear to us. Do we ask permission? What if no one’s around? We couldn’t find anyone and it seemed like the boat wasn’t going to be used anytime soon. No one on board, just an empty feel.
The throb of a very close engine at 3 a.m. was the first hint that our dock was going to move soon. We scrambled up, got dressed, and untied our lines. They let us know it was OK to just tie on and they would’ve happily re-tied us to the wharf. They were headed out to get some cod. Good luck to them!
As the faintest hint of dawn began to paint the sky, we circled around, retied, and went back to bed thinking about all the fisherman steaming out to their fishing grounds.
Doubletake
July 3, 2009
Bonne Bay
Leaving Neddy Harbour we were getting underway when a glance to port showed a local skiff with a camera crew shooting away. We did a double take and sure enough – guy in the bow with a boom mic dutifully recording the sound of the outboard, director in the middle bracing the cameraman and the cameraman with a full steadicam rig. They’re probably working on a show for the visitor’s center.
How many times have we been on the camera side of this picture? In sympathy, Russ worked to give them a good shot rolling out the jib so Andante started to move. Sea kayaker in foreground, Andante with sails billowing in the middle ground and Gros Morne looming behind. Hope they didn’t blow the shot!
We stocked our shelves with all sorts of books about Newfoundland. Here’s a rundown and reviews as we read them.
Traveller’s Guide to the Geology of Newfoundland and Labrador Edited by S. Colman-Saad and S.A. Scott – Geologic map of Newfoundland/Labrador and an accompanying booklet describing the areas highlighted. It’s geared more for car traveller’s, but we’ve found it very informative to get an overall sense of the geology. We're no geologist but it's interesting for laypeople and geologists! There are a lot of areas that are coastal where we’ve hiked. Order on line at: http://gac.esd.mun.ca/nl/roadmap.htm
Riddle of the Ice by Myron “Mike” Arms – Mike is from the Chesapeake and has spent many years sailing in Newfoundland & Labrador. His first book about the area chronicles a trip in the 1990’s where the Straits of Belle Isle were choked with ice.
Servants of the Fish by Myron “Mike” Arms – Researched through interviews with residents met during a circumnavigation of Newfoundland in . Mike explores the collapse of the fishing industry. Good read and very interesting to read as you follow along the coast.
Bay of Spirits by Farley Mowat – Farley recounts his time exploring the southern coast of Newfoundland when outport communities were still thriving. It’s a beautiful look at this way of life and we always enjoy his writing. Great companion if you’re sailing along that coast.
The Boat That Wouldn’t Float by Farley Mowat – Simply a hilarious read!
The Secret Life of Lobsters by Trevor Corson – funny, fascinating look at these critters.
Random Passages by Bernice Morgan – A family from Scotland immigrates to Newfoundland in the 1700’s to begin a new life. Enjoyed it.
Haven't read yet:
A Short History of Newfoundland and Labrador by the Newfoundland Historical Society – Looks like a fairly scholarly text but we were interested in some hard historical info.
Cod by Mark Kurlansky
Lament for an Ocean by Michael Harris
Standing into Danger by Cassie Brown
Northern Seas, Hardy Sailors by George Whiteley
Colony of Unrequited Dreams by Wayne Johnston
An Innocent in Newfoundland by David W. McFadden
A Voyage Long and Strange by Tony Horwitz – unravels the early explorers to this continent
Waiting for Time by Bernice Morgan – a sequel to Random passages. Haven’t read it yet.
The Outport People by Claire Mowat – a fictionalized account of the year she and husband, Farley Mowat spent on the southwest coast.