Sports, rocks and cheesecake.

It's been a while since my last post so I thought I'd give an update to those of you that actually still read this! The 23rd of August saw the one year anniversary of me upping sticks and moving to Newfoundland to embark on my Master's. I'm a naturally reflective person, and this landmark made me ponder (dangerously) over what I've done over this last year. I've been to California. Twice. I've presented my work at two conferences. I've eaten cod tongues. All highlighted achievements in my eyes. I won't bore you with my sentimentality though, I'll just let you know what's happened since my last post.

The major event of August was the Royal St John's Regatta. The oldest sporting event in North America (which makes sense as this is the oldest bit of North America...) sees a whole day of rowing races on Quidi Vidi Lake and a general jamboree on its shores. An day not to be missed by a sports fanatic like myself. The day is a civic holiday meaning everyone gets the day off. Only, it's a weather dependant holiday meaning that if it's too rainy or windy for the rowing, you have to go to work. This is complicated by the fact that the night before is the least night of the George Street Festival, leading to many residents playing "Regatta Roulette".

The weather was good for the most part, making me a Regatta Roulette winner!

Not your typical rowing race, as boats are required to turn a buoy at one end of the lake and continue racing back towards the start.

August also saw one of my fellow St Andrews geology students coming over to Newfoundland to do her Honours dissertation fieldwork. Scheduling and general logistics prevented me from helping her with field work but instead I played tourist guide for the days in which she was in St John's. It was lovely being able to show someone around the fabulous place that I now call home, as well as catching up on everything that has been going on in the place I used to call home.

Glorious view of St John's from the Battery road walk.

A statutory visit up Signal Hill where on the way down we find a
British flag flying proudly in the dreary skies. 

After visiting Cape Spear we stop in at Fort Amherst, just across The Narrows.

September means the start of the school term, and my return to TA duties. Once again I am TAing 2nd year mineralogy, and now that I'm somewhat familiar with the syllabus I am much more useful to the kids than I was last year. Unfortunately for the kids though it also means I'm a harsher marker as I understand why stuff is right or wrong now!

As well as helping out in class I also had the opportunity to TA 2nd year field school, which I was super excited about, not only because I would get to see a bit more of Newfoundland, but also I'd get paid more cash! I've helped out in field courses before in St Andrews and found it really fun. I love being in the field, investigating new rocks I've never seen before and trying to pass on a few pearls of wisdom to younger geologists. One of my favourite techniques involves rather minimal teaching, going a little like this: 
"Is this a sandstone Stacy?" 
"I don't know you tell me!" 
"I think it's a sandstone..." 
"Okay why do you think it's a sandstone?"
"(Description blah blah blah)"
"Hmmm okay" *walks off cooly*
"JUST TELL ME THE ANSWER STACY!!!"

Bacon Cove. Our first stop of field school (minus the outcrop behind the grocery store).

The Bacon Cove unconformity; basal conglomerate marking the Pre Cambrian- Cambrian transition.

Local wildlife came to have a gander too.

The main mapping area was on the Northern tip of the Avalon at a place called Cripple Cove. With that name I approached the 40 minute hike into the area with cautiousness and trepidation, not wanting to return to my crippled past. Fortunately the patch was fine and I got to hang back towards the back of the pack, meaning I could gorge myself on the sweet wild blueberries that cover Newfoundland in the summer months.

Cripple Cove and the huge group of 2nd years eager to
make their first geological map.

Beautiful views out to the sea from my hidden
sheltered lunch spot away from the world.

A baby eagle glides over the field area majestically.

Major milestones have been reached in culinary terms over the last few weeks. Spurred on by the end of the blueberry season and my months of all-talk-no-action I made a blueberry lemon cheesecake which was well received by the grad students that were lucky enough to snag some. Then I was given a load of home-grown apples by one of the professors, and being too tart to eat they had to be baked, leading to my finest cheesecake masterpiece in my 9-year career; a caramel apple cheesecake topped with pecans.

 Elaborate, and including my first ever caramel it went down and absolute storm, despite me not being happy with its structural integrity.

I also had my first ever sushi experience. Being the opposite of a fussy eater I had no qualms about trying raw fish and as we were going to the best place in town I had high expectations. I was not disappointed. Surrounded by a group of sushi veterans I sat back and let them order everything whilst I developed my rudimentary chopstick skills, and elastic band helping greatly. Concentrating "harder than I have during my entire Master's" I managed to successfully guide the sushi into my mouth where the taste sensation occurred. More sushi will be eaten during my time here.

The coming weeks are set to be rather busy for me, so hopefully I'll have some exciting stuff to talk about and photos to make y'all jealous. Until next time...

Je comprends un peu le français

My latest adventure was a well planned one, Approached by Hannah on what we should do in the 10 days she was back in Newfoundland between working up near the Arctic Circle, we devised an epic itinerary, the main excursion involving leaving the country. Well okay, I'm being a bit dramatic there, but it is true.

To paraphrase Wikipedia, Saint Pierre et Miquelon is a self-governing territorial overseas collectivity of France, situated a mere 20 kilometres off the Burin Peninsula of Newfoundland. The main reason that I had heard of for people to visit there was in order to leave Canada and re-enter the following day for purposes of visas or permanent residency. We however just fancied going for good french wine and good french food.

The plan: Drive from A=St John's to
B=Fortune where you then get the FERRY to St Pierre.
When we returned we would drive to
C=Terra Nova National Park and then onto
D=Dildo Run Provincial Park.

Whilst I was the only one of us in civilisation it was my task to procure the various items we would need for the trip. Good job I already had a 3-man tent. After begging, stealing and borrowing gear from friends we were set to go. We eagerly set out in our rental car, road map and geology map in hand, down the Burin Peninsula. The landscape was remarkably flatter and less forested than we were used to on the Avalon. We arrived in Fortune after listening to a Madonna-heavy mix CD and found the ferry office, where we presented our passports and paid for our tickets. Waiting down by the docks I was naturally excited. I was going on another ferry (see the previous post if you don't know of my love of ferries.) And then it arrived...

A streamlined French excuse for a ferry.
Not being allowed above deck upset me greatly.

To get over my disappointment I reminded myself that I was going to France. Somehow I had managed not to go to France in the time I lived in England, something I am determined to rectify one day. So the first time I was going to cheese-loving nation was via Canada. Unorthodox but I'd take it. Our speedy ferry got us across the ocean in no time at all, and after briefly seeing some dolphin-esque creatures swimming alongside us we landed on French shores. A quick check of our passports and we were let out into the Place du Général de Gaulle where it seemed the majority 6000 residents of the island had gathered to celebrate Bastille Day! After dropping our stuff off at our B&B we headed back into town to soak up the atmosphere and have a wander.

The Government office decided that one flag was not enough for each flag holder,
and for their national holiday, they needed five each.

Pointe aux Canons Batterie.

Cute lighthouse, with Iles aux Marins in the background.

The US Coast Guard were in on a training exercise.
Unfortunately we missed the opportunity to go on deck and have a look around :( 

We had built up quite an appetite by this point and eager to eat some fabulous food we headed towards one of the restaurants we had scoped out earlier. Getting in just before the rush, but narrowly missing the chance to sit outside on the deck, we sat down and ordered a rather large flagon of wine. After examining the menu and admiring the English translations (the "inevitable steak house" was a favourite) we ordered our food, sharing a starter of foie gras (while in France eh?), which was absolutely divine. After an eternity our mains finally came out and we were not disappointed; Hannah's grilled bacon and scallops came on an elaborate hanging skewer, whilst my lobster risotto had been accidentally upgraded to a lobster and crispy cod conconction that did not leave me missing my original order.

The Bastille Day celebrations finished with a cracking firework display.

The following day we planned to see as much of the island as possible so we promptly went down to the Tourist Office where they quickly sorted out a van tour and a zodiac tour for us. We whiled away the morning by visiting the Museum, where Hannah once again showed off her excellent grasp of the French language, before we realised there was English translations on the other side of the boards...It was well before this point that I had discovered that while my high school level of French from 7 years could have got me through the trip if needed (everyone spoke English anyway), I was very glad to have Hannah's conversational skills. The following day she even got interviewed for French radio! While I could often follow bits and pieces of what was being said, I have always dreaded speaking in a foreign tongue. I never sought to continue to learn another language when I was younger, and it is only know I realise it is something I should have done. This is yet another mistake I am willing to rectify.

I understood this road sign explaining how to use a roundabout though. 
"You do not have the priority" should be adopted as a life rule for everybody

This is the only guillotine to have ever been used in North America. 
That's an incredible fact, but unfortunately it is woefully advertised by the
 museum and currently hidden away in a forgotten corner.

Standard WWI War Memorial photo.

Pretty Cathedral.

On our tour of the island, with the southern shore of 
Little Miquelon off to the right.

The highlight of the trip was definitely our evening Zodiac tour. Kitted up in our warm waterproof suit we drove out on the water towards Grand Colombier to see some wildlife. 

Puffins! I discovered they are awful at floating starts, flapping furiously to try and generate any sort of lift. Funny watching them belly flop back into the water too.

A curious seal. We may have seen 3 seals, or this guy 3 times, we're not sure...

Yappy Kittiwakes, with that adorable ball of fluff in the top right being a baby one.

Razorbills, looking very similar to the Murres we also saw.

Birds taking flight as we crept up on them round the corner.

Grand Colombier, where off to the left we saw a Sei Whale, 
and off to the left we saw a Humpback right by our boat.

It was nice being out on the ocean. I need to go on more boats.

Buzzing from our tour, we dined on more delicious seafood before retiring to bed happy. The following day we were aiming to go on a morning tour to the small island of Iles aux Marins however by this point I was rather poorly with a kidney infection (unfortunately can't blame the French for that) so we decided a lazy morning was best. Packed up with the two bottles of wine each that we were allowed to take back to Canada, we travelled back to Newfoundland for the next stage of our trip.

We stocked up on food in Clarenville and proceeded to Terra Nova National Park. We arrived at our campsite to find a ranger just before he left for the evening. Having not seen anyone to pay our Park fees to we enquired, before being told that we were able to camp in our spot this evening and so long as we left by 11am the next morning when the other rangers come round to check we would be fine! Money well saved. We set up the tent and after eating as if we were still in France we relaxed in front of the campfire.

There is absolutely no reason why you can't have 
mussels and garlic sauce whilst camping.

Leaving the next day before 11am we meandered up towards Dildo Run Provincial Park (same place I was in my previous post), again making a stop at the chip shop with the 26ft lobster for a lunch of crab sandwiches. We spent the beautifully warm day literally chilling in our idyllic campsite, playing 2-man euchre whilst I was wrapped up in multiple layers trying to break my chill. Sausages on birch sticks and smores were on the menu for this evening. A proper day of camping indeed.

The evening saw a lot of rain and a lot of wind, leading to me to constantly worry as to the sturdiness of my $30 tent. Having only let rain in through the tiny gap between the fly and the mesh our shelter did its job superbly. We packed up camp as it was still raining and decided while the weather was poor and I was still ill ,we should head home instead of heading up towards Twilingate for another night.

We stopped at the Tim's in Gander for some lunch when we spotted some gloomy looking people trying to thumb their way to St John's. We re-jigged our stuff in the car in an epic game of Tetris and created space for the hitch-hikers. We picked them up, restoring smiles to their faces and the two Canadian grad students made for excellent company on the dreary road back home. As soon as they were excited and intrigued to see my geology map of the island I felt reassured that we weren't going to be murdered. After safely dropping them off with long lost relatives in St John's, our adventure was over.

Overall it was successful trip abroad with a jaunt around The Rock to boot, and despite me being less than healthy I had an enormous amount of fun. I had been to France for the first time. I ate foie gras for the first time. I had seen the joy of puffins trying to fly for the first time. I had camped once again in the changeable Newfoundland weather. And I had picked up hitch-hikers for the first time. Not bad. Not bad at all.

The joys of camping

I was reminded by a far away friend recently that I hadn't published a post for a while. Firstly I felt rather flattered that anyone had noticed that I hadn't posted! I also realised that the comment was absolutely true and I had actually a fair bit that I could talk about. So much to talk about in fact that I decided my Sunday evening would be best spent practicing my newly honed touch typing skills in writing about the goings on of the last 6 weeks or so.

As I have mentioned previously, Canadians are very good at taking advantage of scarce  good weather and having fun outdoors. One of the most effective ways of doing this whilst also taking advantage of the beautiful scenery of this fabulous country, is to go camping. The joy of being able to drive somewhere new, pitch up a tent and enjoy campfire banter with good friends is something I never really embraced back home for reasons unbeknownst to me. Thus, I have made the conscious decision to atone for this mistake, especially as I live in the gorgeous province of Newfoundland.

In a bid to make sure this new concept really took hold, I decided to make an investment. Not much of an expensive investment, nor a volumetrically large investment, but an emotional investment in that I would feel guilty in buying gear and then not using it. And so with a determined mind I set off for Canadian Tire (the Canadian B&Q if you will) and bought the $30 tent that had been winning rave reviews on their website. Now I should point out that I was under no illusions as to what to expect from a $30 tent. It is not the type of tent you would aim to hike long distances with, although it packs down surprisingly well for a 3 man. It's not the type of tent that you would want to use in particularly inclement weather. But for the purpose of the car camping trips that I will be indulging in for the next year or so I thought/hoped it would be adequate. 

 My humble 3-man abode.

And so I was prepared to go on whatever adventures those with cars were prepared to take me on. My first jaunt was a trip to Northern Bay Sands, a gorgeous sandy beach on the other side of Conception Bay. The weather was set to be beautiful on Discovery Day weekend, which also coincided with the appearance of the Super Moon. With the cars loaded with vast amounts of goodies from Costco we set off on like John Cabot himself to an unexplored (for us at least) portion of the Avalon. On the way the eagle-eyed amongst us spotted some whales out in the bay, leading to a road side stop with the binoculars. The sight of a couple of Minke whales had already made our trip worthwhile. We were not to know of the treats around the corner.

Arriving at the campsite we managed to snag a great pitch and after setting up we quickly headed down the matter of metres to the beach. With St Johns' rocky coastline largely preventing daily frolicking in the sea the lure of the ocean was too much for us to resist.

Embracing the cold water.

Demonstrating our strength in fighting the not-so-mighty waves.

Playing Viking Chess on sand is infinitely more difficult than on grass.

After drying off and eating our Costco marinated pork chops, we then noticed something out to sea. There was an abundance of whale spouts popping up further up the bay. Quickly we bundled into the car and drove down there, for what turned out to be a whale bonanza. A group of approximately 30 humpback whales just having a time. We couldn't believe what we were seeing. They were the first whales I had ever seen, and their abundance and proximity has forever spoilt my expectations. I had to stop excitedly clicking away on my camera and just take it all in.

They did not try and hide their location at all, with spouts continuously erupting from the sea.

Showing some tail.

They got pretty close to the shore too.

The excited crew with a spectacular view.

We returned to camp on a high where we then proceeded to eat our body weight in smores and campfire popcorn under the glow of the Super Moon. The following day we planned to tour around the peninsula and take in the spectacular scenery that the Avalon affords. So after eating our body weight in bacon/things fried in bacon fat we leisurely travelled north, stopping at various picturesque bays hoping to once again find some whales.

One of the particular charms of this particular parts of the world is the unusual place names. As mentioned we were on the other side of Conception Bay. Driving south down Trinity Bay you come across the consecutive villages of Heart's Content, Heart's Desire, and Heart's Delight. Out to sea is a small rocky island, naturally called Shag Rock. But then there is the crowning glory of weird place names. Dildo. The origins of the name are unclear but Wikipedia postulates that it may be related to the phallus-shaped pin in a row boat used as a pivot for the oar. However it came about, we couldn't not stop for a photo with the town mascot.

Captain Dildo and the happy travellers.

Our enthusiasm for camping after this trip was followed up by a more ambitious plan. A two-night trip further west for Canada Day weekend. And so a happy band of campers (ironically none of us being Canadian) headed off to Central Newfoundland and Dildo Run Provincial Park (surprisingly nowhere near the town of Dildo previously mentioned.) The weather wasn't looking too great on our way up and we arrived 5 hours later under grey skies. We wandered around the beautiful inlet at the campsite and I tried to make the best of the weather by playing with my new fancy camera. After a brief rain shower the sun came out to play and after a feast of everything-smothered-in-garlic-butter we settled down ahead of the big day tomorrow.

Dildo Run. Not the worst view in the world even in the grey,
but infinitely improved with sunlight.

The following day we headed off across the Hamilton Sound to Fogo Island, one of the must-see tourist attractions in Newfoundland. I was naturally very excited as I'd heard wonderful things about the island. Also, I was going to an island, which meant that I was going on a ferry. And it was when we were approached the terminal at Farewell that everyone discovered how much I love ferries. I really love ferries. To me they mean going on an adventure somewhere, evoking memories of trips on the Mersey Ferry as a child, or on geological journeys to Scottish islands like Arran and Mull. And this trip was to be no exception.

Fogo Island is a picturesque step back to another time. There's quaint fishing houses nestled in rocky bays that must be harsher than they appear in the light of summer. The houses are as colourful as they are in the rest of Newfoundland but have a different feel to them (especially when you take photos of them in miniature mode with a new camera). Then there is Brimstone Head, a volcanic promontory that is alleged to be one of the four corners of the world by the Flat Earth Society. And you could see why. Despite not having the time to walk the trail it was easy to imagine why this place felt like the edge of the earth.

FERRY TIME!!!

Miniature matchstick houses.

The artsy monstrosity that is the new Fogo Island Inn, where a room
can set you back $1000 if you are so inclined... 

In the town of Fogo itself we come across some locals playing some jigs and reels.

Brimstone Head at the edge of the earth.

On our final day (Canada Day itself) we headed up to Twillingate, the so-called Iceberg Capital of the world. 2013 has been a somewhat poor year for icebergs in comparison to recent years. I don't think many have made it as far east as St John's at least. Unfortunately we didn't see any while we were in Twillingate, but that doesn't mean it was a wasted excursion. Crow Head afforded majestic views, as well as a coffee shop with excellent flavoured lattes. Fuelled on caffeine we started our journey back to St John's, but not without stopping for lunch at the Chelsea's Fish & Chip van, where their infamous 26 foot lobster provides a unique photo oppotunity

Fabulous colours helped by excellent geology.

The flag at Long Point Lighthouse. 

I don't know what more I can say about this. 

Arriving back in St John's I was definitely hit by the post-holiday lull. The excitement of travelling around the island quickly evaporated with the feeling of exhaustion and annoyance at the amount of dishes my housemates had left in the sink. The joys reappeared as quickly though once I had looked back through and edited my photos. It had been a fabulous adventure and I was not going to let my housemates bring me down. I had spent the weekend falling in love with more of this island. My new tent had now survived two trips and dealt with some moderate rain and wind. And I had plans in place for an another, even bigger adventure in the coming weeks. It is this which forms the basis of my next narrative...