After stopping for lunch and a look around Harbour Island we made a short 2.5 km crossing to the Brine Islands.
Passing Woody Island, the largest of the Brine Islands the next group of islands on our way back to the mainland were the Grassy Islands which were ...
... more rock than grassy. Maybe there was a bit of sarcasm in the naming?
Even so, they were picturesque.
The wind came up making it a bit of work to cover the six kms to Trinny Cove where we set up the tents for our second night. We arrived at Trinny Cove just after 2:30 an with lots of time I decided to go for a hike to the top of the 50 meter high hill which dominated the cove. On the way I passed ...
... evidence of the previous occupation of the location. At the base of the hill the outlines of vegetable beds could still be seen.
Trinny Cove is one of the hundreds of Newfoundland communities that were abandoned and resettled to larger centers where better services could be provided. Records do not indicate when Trinny Cove was settled but the census in 1836 recorded 19 persons. Between 1845 and 1884 the place was abandoned and reoccupied from about 1884 until 1921 when it was permanently abandoned.
In all those years the maximum population never exceeded 30.
At the top of the hill I had a great view looking northwest at the Trinny Cove Islands and the top of Long Island n the farthest distance and a grand overview of ...
... our campsite. We were camped in the middle ground. Access to the lagoon behind the barasway was denied by the low tide and, besides, the camping ground there was too exposed to the wind.
By the time I got back it was time to get supper on the go. Where we had pitched the tents was moderately protected from the wind but wind protection for cooking was required. I used this washed up fish tub to place the stove.
As the sun began to set the chill from the northeast wind became noticeable. There was plenty of wood right at hand which made a campfire easy work. Once we had the fire going we opened the bar.
Darkness fell, it got colder, we crept closer to the fire for warmth. The fire got bigger. With all our wood on the fire we let it burn down until all that was left were ...
... glowing embers that looked like so many stars scattered in the night sky.
I picked up the rock I warmed near the fire, carried it to my tent to put it in the bottom of my sleeping bag and drifted off to sleep with, at least, warm feet.
It was a most enjoyable second day out.
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