Saturday, June 22, 2013

Easter Break Day 7: Port-au-Choix, Trout River

As always, I'm quite behind. It's funny to be still putting up photos of snow when I'm finally in shorts now that  I have moved back to a province with actual hot summers. 

Since we were rushing to catch the ferry the first time, we never got to visit Port-au-Choix, so on our way back, we stopped in again to visit. Unfortunately, I won't be able to say much about Port-au-Choix other than that I know that place has great historical significance for fishing, the French colonies and I think natives. It's not my fault the museums and interpretive centres were still closed back in April! 

Light house at Port-au-Choix

Our next Bed and Breakfast was in Trout River, Gros Morne again. The drive into Trout River was very remote and the surrounding barren. Upon entering the only road in and out of Trout River was a road sign that said if the lights are flashing on the panel, then the road between Woody Point and Trout River is closed until further notice. Apparently, that section of the road channels a lot of wind and weather, and it occasionally gets snowed in. That road is 18km long, and aside from the entrance to the Tableland trails near Woody Point, it is a pretty desolate stretch engulfed by the surrounding snow covered hills. It was nice to finally arrive in Trout River to see some signs of human presence.

When going through really isolated stretches of road, I always wonder what inspired people to live so remotely and far, and why there are no house along the road. It turns out, people ended up living where they worked, and since back then, the industry was fishing, they lived where they could fish. Communities started to form along the coast. The main transportation and connection between communities was by boat, going from one cove to the next, from point to point. Roads were not built until cars became widely available and used, and frankly until the government allotted them money to open up a road. I had never previously thought much about roads other than when pot holes pitting the pavement remind me of the surface I am driving/ riding on. Now, I start to appreciate the enormity of the task of constructing a road and the amount of money needed for the project. First you need to clear the route of trees, and blast away at rocky hills. Then, there is the part where you need to have all the building material shipped to the remote site. Then there's the actual building, and finally maintenance of the road. That's a lot of money!

Fishing boats with crab pots


Stages painted in primary colours!