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Sunday, June 30, 2013
After a lunch and a bit of just lazing about in the warm sun we set off again along the coast of New Word Island between Ninepin Arm and Milliners Arm. Still the coast did not excite but the paddling was glorious.
We passed by Milliners Arm only looking in as we went by. We were making good time and it wasn't long before we were in sight of Jack's Island to the north. We chose to duck inside of an unnamed island to the southwest, through this channel that led into Cobbs Arm.
Looking back through the channel.
Ten minutes later we landed on a beach at the end of a small cove off of Cobbs Arm. Kate Hartland and company stayed at this location in their 2012 trip of which her report served as a useful reference guide.
After landing on the beach I walked up a short grassy bank to survey the area for camping. It was perfect with lots of room for any number of tents. As I turned to tell the gang the good news I had a wonderful view out over the Arm.
We set up the tents.
At the beach Brian had set up a bar and served refreshing gin and tonics with slices of lime. It was a delicious and unexpected treat we savoured in the shade on the far side of the cove. Those unexpected treats are the best.
After eating supper we had our traditional camp fire. Wood was collected and a fire started. As the tide began to rise the fire migrated up the beach keeping out of the reach of the sea. The smoke was a welcome relief as it kept the mosquitoes away.
We shared laughs into the night, and drinks. The fire grew. It was a placid scene looking out over the yellow flames and the still waters of the cove beyond. Before long all that was left of the fire were ...
It was a satisfying first day on our circumnavigtion. We had come 25 kms effortlessly from our put-in. Here are the ...
... breadcrumbs. Click here to open a new page of a Google image of where we were relative to the everything else.
Also, check out fellow adventurer and blogger Dean on his blog.
It occurred to me that it might be a good idea to provide a reference for where New World Island and Twillingte Islands are relative to everything else. Otherwise, the trip is just a paddle along a differently named coast.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Almost the minute our circumnavigation of Merasheen Island was completed in 2012 I've been looking forward to this years great adventure. Over the winter we settled on a circumnavigation of the group of New World Island, North and South Twillingate Islands in Notre Dame Bay.
At 8:00 on Saturday, June 22nd, Hazen picked me up and we were on our way to meet Brian, Dean and Neville for the drive out. The plan was to camp at Dildo Run Provincial Park Saturday night and leave Sunday morning.
After checking in we drove round a bit to scout part of our route, had a not-so-great supper of fish and chips (which really surprised us) before returning to our campsite. Some of us tried to get a jump on loading the kayaks. Eventually we got a bag of firewood for an evening campfire and once that was burned up we retired for the night in anticipation of the morning's start to our 2013 adventure.
Our campsite was just off of the water where we finished loading our kayaks and just after 8:30 we were ...
... on our way under a bronze sun reflecting off of little rippled water of Dildo Run.
The Run is pock-marked by small islands to our right. The land to our left was nondescript and lay low. I didn't care, I knew more spectacular scenery awaited.
Close to 12:00 we began to look for a place where we could take out for lunch.
Each of us set up on the thinly bedded rocks that had been tipped up on edge by the tectonic forces of continental collision. But more on that later. New World Island was center stage at the closing of the Iapetus Ocean during the latter part of the Ordovician.
The tide was ebbing as we had our lunch. Every now and then lunch was interrupted to move the fully loaded kayaks out to follow the dropping water.
Brian found a comfortable place under the sun and chose to catch a few rays. The trip was starting out in great fashion. I felt elated to be away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
Friday, June 21, 2013
Saturday five of us are off for our "big" kayak camp trip of the year. The destination this year is New World Island and Twillingate islands. I'm hoping for 150 kms depending on how much we hug the shore over 6 days. Looking forward to getting away.
Please, check back early July.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Today Brian, Dean and I paddled around Little Bell Island and Kellys Island like we were late for supper and in a hurry. We left Topsail Beach and struck out across Conception Bay for Little Bell Island. We covered the 4.5 km crossing at an average speed of 8.0 kms/hr.
Looking up Conception Bay towards Bell Island and the coast running up to Cape St. Francis the sea was flatter than flat and not a breath of wind. I stopped to take a few pictures while the guys paddled on. I didn't, or rather couldn't, make up the distance so I paddled on my own ...
... until I reached Little Bell Island where Brian and Dean waited ...
... in the rain that was teeming down. With the water so calm the rain drops were bouncing like so many ping pong balls.
We were together again and paddled at a more relaxed pace across the back side of the island and ...
... eventually we were in sight of Kellys Island beyond. Again, it was a sprint across the 2.4 km gap ...
... where we again paddled at a more relaxed pace under the dominating cliffs of alternating sandstone and siltstone layers of rock.
Further along on the backside the cliffs were more modest.
Rounding the southern end we stopped for lunch before jumping in our kayaks for the 3 km crossing to Long Pond and ...
... the less interesting shore leading back to Topsail Beach.
Four after leaving the beach at 9:30 we were back, our day paddle cut short by our speed. We had covered 21.1 kms in a moving time of 3 hours and nine minutes for a moving average of 6.7 kms/hr.
Another 21 kms added to my log and I'm sure I'll have no trouble sleeping tonight.
The breadcrumbs we left in our wake.
Friday, June 14, 2013
Yesterday evening Dean and I were the only participants at our Thursday evening get-togethers. It was cold (5C), wet and windy out of the northeast but I knew I could count on Dean. We were undeterred and put-in. We waited until 6:00 to see if anyone else would show up. No one did so we went for a short paddle up to Portugal Cove.
Only the third time in his new Nordkapp and Dean was paddling around the rocks.
And again, Dean paddles through Clyde's Rock.
It was crappy weather for sure but there's nothing to do about the weather. I had warm clothing on under my drysuit and I was dry. I had no complaints. We were about 60 minutes paddling up to the Cove but, incredulously, only 20 minutes going back to St. Philips with the wind and swell behind us.
It was weather for ducks. Two of them. Dean and myself.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
I bought my first kayak, a plastic Necky Looksha IV, in the spring of 2004. I basically dabbled at sea kayaking the first few years paddling like 30 times a year. Then, in August 2008 I got serious and started paddling in more challenging conditions and paddled it more often, 75 times.
I had some very enjoyable paddles and a few kayak camp trips. The kayak took me from my first sit-in to my first roll and the next level with the purchase of a Valley Nordkapp.
The Necky was relegated to storage but not without happy memories. For four years it sat there. I had to accept that I wasn't using it and it was time to move on and sell the boat. I posted the sale on our NewsGroup prompting a call from California. Mark was coming to paddle around Newfoundland for a month and wanted to buy the kayak.
He arrived yesterday. This morning money changed hands and possession of the Looksha went from Tony to Mark. We loaded the kayak on his rental in cold damp weather. He was on his way to his adventure. I was left with mixed feelings but happy that someone else would be enjoying the kayak.
I took pictures for posterity.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Having gotten an exciting white water ride around Torbay Point the seven of us were looking southerly along the steeply dipping red sandstones and conglomerates of the eastern Avalon Peninsula.
We explored this huge, open overhanging cave just past Shooting Point Cove.
At Redcliff Head we could look through a tunnel that cut right through the Head but the water was low exposing rocks in the middle that would not let us pass. Another day timed for high tide would allow passage. We paddled in, looked longingly at the faraway open exit but thought the better of it and ...
... paddled around to instead have a look in the other half of the cave. It dwarfs my fellow kayakers hovering at the south entrance.
Further along there were channels to paddle through like here at Sculpins Point.
We spot another channel ...
... and Stan times what surge there was to probe it for a passage. We got in but it was a dead end so turning around we made our way to Logy Bay where we ...
... proceeded to make a big to-do to get the boats out of the water and onto this old slipway for a lunch stop. It was a big to-do because the water level was two feet straight down from the lip of the slipway. Brian left his boat ride in the water tethered to Gary's.
After lunch, the launch process went in reverse except three of us seal launched. During lunch I sized up a small patch of seaweed on the concrete slipway that I thought would offer a slippery and protected ride off into the water. I bit of a gamble with a fibreglass kayak but it worked fine so Clyde followed. Dean, with a new fibreglass Nordkapp passed. It needs a few dings yet.
So, we left our perch at the Marine Sciences Center (that looks like a spaceship landed) and continued our journey towards Quidi Vidi where we had left half of the group's vehicles.
The massive sandstone and conglomerate beds of the Signal Hill Formation dip steeply into the sea. They represent the west members of a wide, open syncline that plunges south. Think of it as one side of a monster half-pipe.
Where some beds are more prone to erosion by the pounding waves, they form huge caves that mirror the steeply tilted sedimentary beds.
Stan goes deep into the recesses of another one.
Nearing the end of our paddle we reach the entrance to Quidi Vidi, the entrance to which appears hidden in front of my bow. So, 20 enjoyable kilometers later Dean and I take up the rear end of the group and ...
... finish up in the quaint inner harbour of Quidi Vidi lined by quaint fishing premises.
The stretch of coast between Middle Cove where we started and Quidi Vidi is only 20 kms long when handrailing. As the crow flies, its only about 16 kms but so much is missed. The caves and channels are hard to resist exploring. Its a "stop to smell the roses" type of paddle to savour on the right day.