Aug 10, 2008
|The village of Trout River looks to the sea - Sunday, August 10
Two kilometers from the campground is the village of Trout River, named for the stream that feeds Trout Pond. It’s a small fishing village that faces the source of it’s livelihood, the Gulf of St. Lawrence. Trout River exists on the cod and crab fishery, one that has not deserted them yet. The village is not prosperous but it’s hanging on. The boats are painted and clean, and the fishermen are dressed for the weather and proud.
We parked on the waterfront and got out to walk the boardwalk that runs the length of the town. To the south it is collapsed and you can’t use it to get to the wharf. A couple of boys were down on the beach doing what boys love to do - throw stones into the water. We turned back and headed for the other end.
On the way we met a nice couple we had seen on the ferry crossing. Ken and Mary are from Ontario and they are here on vacation. We spent a nice half hour talking with them and comparing notes on travel. They are driving a Road Trek and traveling a lot lighter than we are. One of the good things about travel is this kind of chance meetings with friendly and interesting people. We hope our paths cross again some day.
We walked on to the other end of the boardwalk, accompanied for a while by a young man who had been out on the beach partying last night with some friends. He had lost something when they threw him up in the air and he was back to look for it. He was still pretty drunk, but friendly and reasonably functional.
From the end of the boardwalk we returned to the main street and followed it to the wharf. The pictures tell the story of what we saw. I talked to some of the fishermen and learned that with the fuel expenses what they are, like the west coast fishermen they too are having to pool their resources and share boats to make ends meet. It is a hard life, but at least they do not have to go as far out to sea as some of the west coasters. They said they go out from three to twenty miles to get cod, which is their main livelihood.
We returned to our RV and headed back the way we’d come yesterday, stopping again at the Discovery Center to look at their displays on the Tablelands. It means a lot more now that we’ve seen them. From there we retraced our route back out to Highway 430 and turned toward Rocky Harbour, a town in the heart of Gros Morne National Park.
On the way we stopped to take two short hikes, one to see a waterfall and the other to walk a trail dedicated to Mattie Mitchell, a native (or First Nation as they refer to them in Canada) guide noted at the turn of the century for his knowledge and expertise. We also stopped at the park Visitor Center were we watched an excellent video on the park, and one on Labrador.
We drove on in to Rocky Harbour and found a nice RV park with WiFi, so we settled in for the night and worked on line until the network went down - and then watched the Olympics. They only get one channel here but it comes in very clearly on the antenna. Tomorrow - more of the park.