via Twice Buried
After my previous blog posts on Burgeo and the beautiful trails in Sandbanks Provincial Park, I received a few inquiries on the effect of winds and tide on the area.
Tops of erect headstones!
One of the many trails leads to an old cemetery. One of the park employees told me that the last burial here was around 1915.
When the cemetery was first used, the dead were brought here by boat from Upper Burgeo, Lower Burgeo and, I believe, surrounding islands.
That’s a lot of sand.
Three names, one side blank and names on the other three……1873,1882, and 1900. If only I knew their stories.
No more, no more
The worldly shore
Unbraids me with its loud uproar!
With dreamful eyes
My spirit lies
Under the walls of Paradise.
Thomas Buchan Read
A beautiful resting place, changed by tide, winds and sand.
Green Party candidate Byron White is campaigning in this beautiful area today.
“I see a picture of Iron Skull, and it brings a tear to my eye,
For I know, she stands guard o’er the birthplace of this Newfie boy”.
Johnny Drake/The Dorymen
Iron Skull Mountain is the highest mountain in Fortune Bay and is 1129 feet/344 meters high. I would rate this trail as difficult and recommend the use of a hiking stick. Allow 4 to 5 hours (return) for the hike.
I also suggest that when you start the final rocky climb up, you leave some sort of marker to the wooded trail area. When we started down, we had a little difficulty connecting with the trail again. My husband climbed down through the trees walked across the mountain until he connected with the trail and then let us know his whereabouts. It was easy to see the marsh that we had walked over far below, but hard to…
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Unscripted Twillingate is a four day celebration of digital arts which began four years ago. Each year, each day offers many events/workshops to enjoy. This year I purchased a ticket for Fire Food and Photography and Crystal Anstey from Experience Twillingate did not disappoint!
The group met at Twillingate museum and walked approximately 15 minutes in Back Harbour to Batrix Island. The information on this trail has the starting point from Main Street and lists its difficulty level as moderate. I believe that is referring to the last climb to the top which is a little steep.
Along the way we did a little foraging for berries and edible plants, with Crystal sharing information on identifying and usage. It was a gorgeous, windy day with awe-inspiring views.
…..and then we arrived. A dining table on Batrix Island beach…sure why not!!!!
The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experiences. Eleanor Roosevelt
While we were waiting for the food to be prepared, a few of us walked to the top of Batrix Island ….so glad I did.
There’s dining and then there’s dining. 🙂
Food by Crystal………….
……..decor by Mother Earth.
A little discussion on plating and each of us did our own arrangement…..think mine looks pretty good…and the food was delicious.
It was all cooked over an open fire on a beach with sun and sea, with new friends and laughter. Thank you Crystal Anstey!
……..Italy has Pompeii, Burgeo Newfoundland has Sandbanks.
It’s not an old book, or a treasure map. Nope. Staring up at me was a pile of rocks. Wendy Mass, Jeremy Fink and the Measure of Life
For the first time in my life I find myself wishing I had studied geology. I always get a feeling of joy when picking up a smooth, warm rock….I close my eyes and feel my daughters’ little hand in mine and, in more recent years, my grandchildren’s. The texture and smoothness of these rocks on the beach at Sandbanks Provincial Park in Burgeo will be with me always. Because they appear to be made from many tiny rocks, I expected them to be course and rough to the touch, the opposite was true. Running my hand over them on many of my treks, I felt smoothness….like soapstone. I can only assume ( because I didn’t study geology) that over millions of years the ferocious winds, tides and blowing sands smoothed them into this most awesome state.
On the trails…… totally different, but so visually appealing.
On the trails. How did this get here?……my imagination runs wild.
I take another look at the stone, round my fingertips over the meticulous brushstrokes and realize that nothing ever returns to time unless it is stored in mute, voiceless objects; rocks tell tales after all.” Stefan Hertmans, War & Turpentine