Theory of perspective

Looking down on Holyrood Bay from Butterpot Mountain







Butterpot Mountain just above Stan from the waters of Holyrood Bay

There's a saying "you can't tell where you're going unless you know where you've been". Sometimes I wonder about how I ended up where I am today. The answer of course is I am the product of everything that has happenned to me in the past. I've made mistakes and I've done a lot of things right. They weren't big mistakes mind you or else I'd be blogging from a prison cell! Just things I might have done differently. I can't change those things now but I can make sure that I don't repeat them. Maybe its a function of age; as you get older you (hopefully) get wiser.

A few years ago my daughter Lana and I hiked to the top of Butterpot Mountain where you get a bird's-eye view of Conception Bay, Newfoundland. This past Sunday Stan and myself did a paddle along the far side of Holyrood Bay and as we were coming back I got a shot of Stan with Butterpot Mountain in the background. On top of the mountain, it looks like a big drop to the water but sitting at water level in a kayak, the Mountain doesn't look so intimidating.

What looked like mountains to me many years ago now looks like no big deal. A difference in perspective. Like the spider said as he walked across the mirror "that's one way of looking at it!"

Tony :-)

Theory of diversion

Stan getting his shot of the rare Ivory Gull






Where the Ivory Gull lives and where we saw it


On Sunday past Stan and myself were out for a leisurely paddle out of Holyrood, Newfoundland. On the return into Holyrood we happenned upon a biologist who was out photographing a rare visitor to our area - the Ivory Gull. We probably passed it on the way out but without the eyes of a biologist, maybe mistook it for the ordinary common gull.

It breeds in the high arctic and only migrates short distances south in the autumn. It spends the winter in northern latitudes along the edge of the pack ice. In 1998 the breeding population of Ivory Gulls was estimated at 500 - 700 birds and thought to be in decline. So, we were indeed treated to a special occasion of sorts. We sat floating in our boats watching until it flew out of sight.

I wonder how it got here and I think there's a metaphor in it for me. Sometimes I get myself caught with too many irons in the fire and I'm scrambling to attend to each of them. Enjoying neither as I put pressure on myself to deal with the overload. I do have my eyes on the prize, on what I want to be occupied with, but like the Ivory Gull, I sometimes get diverted. Its times like this that bring things back into focus and the need to drop the distractions. Thank you wayward traveller and god-speed.

Tony :-)

Theory of convenience - pictures

A few pictures from Stan and my paddle in Holyrood, Newfound- land today. Cold water, icicles but great company!

Theory of convenience

Boats lined up and ready to go, we're destined for the headland in the distance.

One definition of convenience relates to personal comfort. The flip side of that is inconvenience. There's no question about it, I'd prefer to do something that's convenient. But, this time of year if ya want to paddle in Newfoundland there's going to be an element of inconvenience. The inconvenience of paddling this time of year is cleaning the salt off of the boat and the equipment. Burr!

I hadn't been able to paddle in almost 2 weeks so the need to paddle outweighted the inconvenience. Today Stan and myself paddled from Holyrood to Chapel Cove and turned around at the entrance to Harbour Main harbour. Stan was on call and this was as far as we could venture. The air temp was right at 0 C and the water temp is still at 1 C. Calm water with little wind, a perfect day to be on the water in January.

We did a little rock hopping and at one point I got surprised by a few waves that came out of nowhere. A sideways surf, a hard brace onto a second wave, still going sideways laying full out on the water and seal landed on a ledge. I managed to get the boat pointed into the direction of the next incoming wave, pushed off and escaped. Wished I could have read Stan's mind as he looked on!

A few pictures which will post above this entry as I should have posted those first. Learn for next time. Overall another great day on the water thanks to Stan.

Tony :-)

Theory of greener grass (Part 2)

Last house standing in the resettled community of Ticklets in St. Mary's Bay, Newfound- land

My last blog entry was about the depopulation of rural Newfoundland through a resettlement program started by the government. People were given incentives to give up their communities as government wanted to centralize the population in order to provide modern services. This is one of 24 houses that existed in Tickles at one time. The census of 1921 listed 122 individuals in 24 households. Family names were Upshall, Marshall, Hollett, Gilbert, Crann, Best, Masters, Gregory and Dicks. Scattered now to where? Who knows?

In 1992 the cod fishery collapsed in Newfoundland and the federal government of Canada provided income to fisherpeople for a period of 2 years. Then, realizing the fishery would not recover soon, they provided money to train former fisherpeople to do other things. That was really moronic because the unemployment rate was an already national high of about 17%. Where did they think the new plumbers, computer programmers and other skilled workers were going to be able to find work? Thus began the depopulation of Newfoundland proper.

The resettlement program for the most part only moved people around within the province. Now, people began leaving Newfoundland in droves, bound for the provinces of Alberta, Ontario or wherever they could find work. The highest population figure I can remember was 568,000. The current population stands at about 500,000 give or take a thousand. That's a drop of 12%.

The people that left didn't because they saw the grass greener on the other side of the fence. They were forced to leave due to the missmanagement of the northern cod fishery by the government of Canada. A fishery that had sustained Newfoundland and fed Europe for 500 years. Now, we're reduced to a few days each year when we can fit out our kayaks to catch cod in a "recreational" fishery.

When Newfoundland joined Canada it was forced to give up control of its fishery. We were pretty "green", too green to burn they say.

Tony :-)

Theory of greener grass (Part 1)

Abandoned house in the resettled community of Tickles in St. Mary's Bay, Newfound- land

There's an expression "the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence". That applies to not only the grass but also the other worldly possessions of our neighbours. I guess I should say the grass "appears" to be greener.

Newfoundland was settled by people who came here to fish. In the early years it was a summer fishery and the fishermen went home after the season was over. After a while fishermen decided to overwinter and they built settlements in isolated and hard-to-find nooks and crannies along the coast. They did so to hide as it was against the law to live in the newly-found-lande.

Communities sprang up and there was always the next bay or cove around the point where the fishing was better or access to the fish was more convenient. People moved on to greener pastures so to speak. Life was hard and people essentially subsisted.

In modern times the isolated communities didn't have basic services like access to timely medical care, electricity etc. It was too expensive for government to provide services to more than a 1,000 isolated communities so consolidation in larger centralized communities became the greener pastures. People resisted resettlement, as it became known, but government offered cash incentives and communities became divided between those who wanted to stay and those who wanted to leave. Teachers became difficult to recruit to isolated communities and for other reasons, slowly the depopulation of rural communities began.

In the end some 307 communities were abandoned between 1946 and 1975 affecting over 28,000 individuals. The community of Tickles pictured above was one of them. There were things gained and lost. The gains were tangible, the losses more intangible. The grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence, its just a different shade.

Tony :-)

Theory of detachment

Destruction of a bog by all terrain vehicles

The Concise Oxford Dictionary gives one definition of "detachment" as selfish isolation. I believe that's what this senseless destruction of a bog represents. This bog is just off of an abandoned road that leads to the sea on the east coast of the Avalon Peninsula in Newfoundland. There's absolutely no need for the all terrain vehicles to access the bog as the road is passable and perfectly suited to those vehicles.

I think it just represents an attitude that some people have towards the environment. They don't see it as belonging to them, they don't have a stake in it so there's no need to protect it and to hell with everyone else.

What got me going on this was watching "An Inconvenient Truth" last night. I'm aware of all the science and discussion on the subject of climate change but never saw it presented all in one place so nicely bundled.

The attitude of society in general is the same as the yahoos who caused the destruction in the bog. The developed world is too dependant on non-renewable energy and too selfish to make a sacrifice to try an correct the upward trend of greenhouse gases. They think it won't be our problem. It will have an impact on future generations but selfishly we carry on as normal and pass the buck.

Sometimes I feel powerless to effect change because the government of the country must make the macro decisions and government just doesn't listen to its citizens anymore. But I can make a difference at my, micro personal level. I can carpool to get my boat to the put-in, I can drive slower, I can take the boat out at the same place I put-in so I don't need to shuttle the car etc. etc.

As kayakers we have a sensitivity towards the environment. Lets do our part and paddle with a clear conscience.

Tony :-)