I mentioned that I would head out to The Cobbler for a ramble and a few photos when next I had a chance. Yesterday, I decided to just go. I had a head of frustration and cobwebs as well as legs that needed stretching and nothing, nothing cures cobwebs, frustrations and floopy legs like a hefty dose of endorphins, so off I went.
Rowan came too.
Rowan usually comes along.
*(Yes, to answer the emails a couple of people have sent, we do indeed have two dogs. See the note at bottom of page)
After you reach the intersection near Torbay Point, you head uphill very steeply until you reach a marvelous clifftop. The view is spectacular and makes the steep climb rather worth it.
There was a nicely-placed iceberg!
Earlier in the day, I chanced to meet a gentleman from Ontario who had never seen icebergs before. When he mentioned this, he also said, “But I suppose you see them all the time and they’re old news to you,” in a slightly quizzical way. He appeared to be gratified to hear that even people who see them annually find them spectacular.
And after wandering down about 260 (not that I counted) steps, I found myself at The Cobbler.
It is a beautiful place, best visited in morning or early afternoon, before the sun tilts over and casts the cliffs in shadow.
Rowan had fun, too. Almost more than was good for her.
I was setting up to take the picture below, when Rowan decided that she was going to dodge in from my right and LEAP the six-foot-wide chasm that you see in this shot.
I spotted her just as she was about to take off and had to stop myself from stopping her, since what I would likely have done is thrown her off enough to topple her in. Plus I had a camera firmly attached to a tripod with the strap still around my neck (even tripod catches fail sometimes) and there was a good chance that either the camera or I or both might also end up in the drink.
So in an unpremeditated act of trust to which I would not have consented, given adequate notice, I let her jump and she landed cleanly on the other side.
After my heart started beating again, I put her on a sit-stay and finished the shot.
The walk back was less dramatic (after the 260 steps up), but equally beautiful. To access this trail, start at either Doran’s Lane or Red Cliff Road in Outer Cove. It’s a moderately challenging hike, mainly due to those stairs. Bring water and sunscreen.
The Cobbler is a marvelous place for a picnic!
*Moss doesn’t come on day hikes, as a rule, because Moss is not interested in hiking. Moss wants to drive in the car, stay in the car and never, never, never LEAVE the car. He particularly likes it if you’ll turn the windshield wipers on for him and jingle the keys. After car rides, which send him into paroxysms of ecstasy, Moss is as high as a kite for the rest of the day. When “under the influence” of a car ride, his behaviour towards strange dogs becomes more erratic and unpredictable. So when I want a relaxing walk for which I have to drive to the trailhead, Moss stays home. This is just who he is and now that we all know that, we get along just fine.