A Sunday Trek along Bight Road

A Sunday Trek along Bight Road

Walking gives freedom. When you walk you can determine your own tempo. You can choose your own course. You can think whatever you want. Nina Kuscik

A beautiful fall day along the Wild Bight Road.

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The times they are a’changin.
While I don’t see Bob Dylan in this setting, his words ring true.

Peaceful and serene.

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The little red tractor….sure miss stopping and talking to Gerald Head.

Dogberries are so plentiful this year….and so beautiful as they add their splash of colour to the landscape.

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Thankfully there is no change here, the colours are vibrant.

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A lazy Sunday in the fields.

October’s Party by George Cooper

October gave a party
The leaves by hundreds came-
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.

The Chestnuts came in yellow,
The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses Maple
In scarlet looked their best;
All balanced to their partners,
And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow
New fallen from the sky.

Then, in the rustic hollow,
At hide-and-seek they played,
The party closed at sundown,
And everybody stayed.
Professor Wind played louder;
They flew along the ground;
And then the party ended
In jolly “hands around.”

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October dressing for her pool party.

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Bight Road

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds,thy wide grey skies!
The mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
All all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot hold thee close enough!

Edna St. Vincent Millay

A short tale over a long trek.

A short tale over a long trek.

My father did not live excessively. He did not understand waste…throwing things away, not eating the food on your plate, overspending…..I believe it actually hurt him to see any of this happening. He was also not a man who talked simply for the sake of talking. Perhaps this is why I vividly remember the day he showed me the bluebells growing on the cliff by our wharf. He liked ( I was going to write ‘was amazed by’, but that would have been too excessive) the way they grew there in little or no soil, and thrived against the elements. He liked their tenacity and determination.

While hiking I have seen many bluebells and always stop and admire them. I, too, marvel at where and how they grow. I love their colour, their shape, and their tenacity.

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Keels, Newfoundland 2017

A Bluebell for Dad

Hope is the periwinkle softness
nestled in the craggy cliff,
rising from the salty beach rock
growing and blooming against all odds.
It is the tiny sturdy stem
bending, but not breaking
in the ferocious gale.
It is the cheeky bell shaped flower
that asks nothing of me,
yet brings such joy and pleasure
if I just fix my gaze upon it.
Carol (White) Fudge

My mother was born in Traytown and I loved spending my summer holidays there. Traytown and the Eastport Peninsula is another beautiful area of our province. The Beaches Arts & Heritage Centre has become another favourite place of mine. Their many shows, events, artists’ displays and craft sales bring me back every year.

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Winning 1st place in the Literary Competition at the Centre was insignificant in the literary world, but I’ll take it, be thankful, hold on and perhaps be a little cheeky.:)

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Coming Full Circle with “The Spirit of My People”

Coming Full Circle with “The Spirit of My People”

I am not sure when I became interested in Gerry Squires’ work. Maybe it was while attending a wedding at Mary Queen of the World Church and seeing his disturbing and beautiful Stations of the Cross murals on the walls. Maybe it was on one of my frequent visits to The Rooms. I know nothing about art but am amazed by people’s ability to create through drawing and painting.

The Daily Post’s word prompt for yesterday was ‘circle’ and I hadn’t intended on posting but after viewing two films at Beothuk Interpretation Centre last night, I decided to write a post.

Since moving back to the northeast coast of Newfoundland, I have visited the Beothuk Interpretation Centre several times. When I first walked the trail and came upon Shanawdithit it was powerful. I suggest that if you do walk this trail that you walk it by yourself or with someone who is respectful of silence and spirituality.

The film Who will sing for me? by Roger Bill tells the story behind the creating of the sculpture. Mr. Bill wondered if, after seeing how the sculpture was created, it might lose some of its mystique. For me, and I think the audience in general, learning of Mr. Squires’ vision, his hours, months and years of work and his participation in bringing Shanawdithit to her resting place only added to my wonder and awe. Learning that the precise location was orchestrated by Mr. Squires, only made me appreciate it more.

The second film I heard the birch tree whisper in the night by Kenneth J. Harvey focuses on Mr. Squires life and his discovery that he was dying (he died in 2015). Informative, sad and moving.

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Thank you to the staff of the Beothuk Interpretation Centre for helping me come full circle with Shanawdithit.

Hiking the Cedar Cove Trail

Hiking the Cedar Cove Trail

The Cedar Cove Trail begins in Little Port, not too far from Lark Harbour. Even though it is a short trail (3.6 km return), it offers many different and varied vistas and, is high on my list of favourite trails.

The winds were still high on the day we continued hiking in this area and provided an added delight to our hike.

We took the trail slow and easy and listened to the wind.

Remains of a squirrel’s lunch.

The song of earth has many different chords….Listening by Amy Lowell

The Outer Bay of Islands Enhancement Committee has again provided a great hiking experience.

The landscape changes.

Wind, Waves & Whirligigs

A beachcomber’s delight.


I had heard about a number of Right Whales being washed ashore in Newfoundland but didn’t know at the time that one had washed ashore at Cedar Cove. At first we thought it was a formation of white rocks when we saw it in the distance.

These Right (baleen) Whales are 50 ft. long and weigh up to 70 tons and “are among the rarest of all mammal species.” So sad to see it lying here. Click on the link below to learn more about the Right Whale.

Right Whale

Blow Me Down Winds
Blow Me Down Winds

Blow Me Down Winds

Come and catch me
and sweep me up, up, up
in your strong arms.
Show me the sky
show me the mountains
show me freedom.
Twirl me softly in your vortex
and gently lower me to the sea.
Let me hover there and raise
the ocean as only you can.
Intertwine my body
with the ocean’s mist.
Sweep me over the waves
with you in my face
and then gently lower me
back on the headland.
by Carol Fudge

After a day’s walk everything has twice its usual value. George M. Trevelyan

photos L. & C Fudge

Post A Day Word Prompt….. Glorious

Post A Day Word Prompt….. Glorious


…. is finding Whirligigs below the Blow Me Down Mountains.


….is finding a field of Loosestrife in Lomond Provincial Park.


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……is finding a Thumb Tree on the Great Northern Peninsula.


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…..is finding a giant spider on the Cape Blow Me Down Trail.


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…..is finding beautiful driftwood art in Keels.

Glorious is training my mind to hike and enjoy.
Glorious is sharing Newfoundland & Labrador with others.