Monday evening, as we stood on the beach at Beachy Cove, staring across the channel to Bell Island, I told Katherine about my friend Steph Porter and how she and her friends swam across from Bell Island to the mainland. Three miles is the distance. Almost five kilometers. It’s a long swim in open water*….
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“Did we just reach a Low Point?”
After messing around in Salmon Cove, finding a hermit crab and generally fooling around with water (always fun, no matter the temperature), we meandered north along Route 70 for a ways, stopping here and there to see things that looked interesting. We dipped down into Spout Cove, which is one of those places that I’ve…
Pause. Breathe. Resume.
This is a whirl-wind, helter-skelter sort of week for us. We have three major events occurring in the next several days and my aim at this point is simply survival. Last night, after dropping in to visit with friends and their charming child, we threw our schedule to the wind, pulled over and dropped in…
“It’s a long way down,” she said, archly.
At one point along yesterday’s journey, we stopped to grab a geocache. It promised a great view and the hint indicated that it lay behind a dormant ants’ nest. We pulled off at the indicated parking area, at the Flambro Head Heritage Society Look Out/Rest Stop, found the trail head and started towards the cache….
A novelty
I have been mucking about on beaches for thirty-seven years now. I have caught crabs, squid, baby lobster, swimmy fish of all sorts, mussels, clams, starfish, eels, jellyfish and anything else that chanced along the beach on my watch. Really, insofar as Newfoundland beach critters were concerned, I figured I had a fair experience and…
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 