The most lonely places are the most lovely. In Praise of Walking Thomas A. Clark
If you find yourself in Comfort Cove………..and that would take a big stretch of the imagination ‘to find’ yourself there. You would have to make a deliberate turn of the Road to the Isles (route 340) and drive 19 km. On arrival you would find no theatre, drugstore, supermarket, arts centre, liquor Store, restaurant and not even a gas station! You would find a general store that houses the post office, food staples, and some handyman supplies. The store is also a great place to hear all the news from around the community and the bulletin board is often a source for learning about area events and, periodically, lists some interesting items for sale! A Bird Picker was a new one for me!
You would also find a community that, compared to many Newfoundland communities, has a sound economic base. Notre Dame Seafoods operates a large fish plant here and there are two, if not three, local farms which also provide employment, healthy vegetables and local lamb. So the lack of current services is somewhat a puzzle, but then a community needs a population to support such services and the numbers are unfortunately not here.
Most importantly you would find another picturesque Newfoundland community which provides great opportunities for hiking/walking. I have never understood people who simply drive through a community/town and see nothing. I believe you need to park your car and set out on foot to get a feel for your surroundings.
But I digress…..suppose you were in some kind of mental fog and did indeed take the exit to Comfort Cove-Newstead. Driving along the road, the sign Turtle Creek catches your attention andgives you a mental jolt. Turtle Creek? Really? …… what an intriguing name and so you keep on driving…..and ‘find’ yourself in Comfort Cove Newstead. Needing some fresh air and probably not ready to climb Doctor’s Hill, the Bight Road would offer you some stimulating vistas.
The Bight in a more peaceful mood.
Photos by L. Fudge
There is a lovey variety of beach grass which grows here, suitable for décor or flower arranging and I once found a beautiful Cranesbill flower growing nearby. I believe it is a part of the Geranium family.
Continuing on, you will see Doctor’s Hill Farm on your left and probably a field of sheep gazing soulfully in your direction as you walk along the road.
You may encounter the owner of the farm. Don’t be alarmed, he is a friendly sort and if you enjoy exchanging witticisms (like I do), he is a worthy opponent. You may also see his father driving a truck or tractor and again, no need to be alarmed. He is in his eighties and can tell you much of the history of Comfort Cove Newstead. Gerald Head is in fact one of the characters (and I do mean a character) in the book Camp 13 by local author Byron White.
Top of the morning to ewe!
Photos by carolfromthecove
Not sure where these belong. Have they run away from their farm?
You may even see a field of cabbage.
A rock outcrop, a hedge, a fallen tree, anything that turns us out of our way, is an excellent thing on a walk. In Praise of Walking by Thomas A. Clarke
As you continue on to Doctor’s Hill you will encounter this copse of trees. Having been immersed in the Anne of Green Gables books throughout my childhood, this always brings me back to Green Gables and Avonlea. I always think of this part of the road as Jeannette of Bight Road. If you check the Facebook Page, Art by Jeannette Frenchyou will find her beautiful painting of this section of your walk.
The grasses, wildflowers, shrubs, ocean views, sloping fields, and birds will all entertain your senses and soon you see Doctor’s Hill in the distance.
I hope ewe didn’t just see a dusty road and old dirty sheep.
We already have what we need–the opportunity to weave the tapestry of happiness every day with the needle and thread of our own mind. Sakyong Mipham
Although Comfort Cove is not a hiking destination, it does have many intriguing landscapes to discover and hike. Doctor’s Hill Lookout is one of these. Doctor’s Hill is not high (61 meters, about 200 ft), nor is the trail long, it is however somewhat treacherous.
Sister dear and I set out early one morning to climb it but could not find the trail! After spending some time searching for a path, we decided to try and climb straight up the hill. We did manage to get nearly to the top but thought it prudent to return to safety.
Defeat is not easy:)
After questioning some of the locals, we learned that one gentleman had climbed to the top on a few occasions and he was kind enough to show us where the trail originated. So……….
Sister dear is in a much better frame of mind.
Later in the Fall, my husband and I climbed it.
The views are worth the climb.
“May you live all the days of your life.” Jonathan Swift