Showing posts with label Biking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Biking. Show all posts

Sunday, April 21, 2013

First week back on bike this spring

I can't believe only last week-end I was out on snowmobile, and this week-end, I'm back out on bike. Since we had a high of 20 degrees Celsius on Saturday and sunshine both days of the week-end, I took the opportunity to finally go explore the surrounding villages around me. Saturday I went down and explored Stanhope, Brown's Arm and Porterville and Sunday I went down the other junction and explored Embree and Little Burnt Bay, ranking a leisurely 35ish km per morning.

At the top of the hill entering Brown's Arm
 When my students from Brown's Arm heard I biked through their village, they all wanted to know how I made it out of their village (on bike). I tell them, I am either super strong, or have a really nice bike ;).

Coastal rural living

Despite all my colleagues here in this town telling me that it is too dangerous to bike, I actually find Lewispote quite a good area for biking. I can say, I enjoy biking in the rural, because you can bike long stretches before having to worry about intersections. Plus, since there is less traffic, I basically have the road all to myself most of the time.

Unlike in Springdale, bikes are rare on the road, which I guess is the reason why everyone feels it is not safe for biking. The few bikes that are out roaming around town are usually children on the sidewalk on their trick bikes, and on occasional older adults cruising leisurely for fresh air (also on the sidewalk). That makes me  the only bike out that is actually on the road, daily. The other day, my college was commenting on how I'm making the drivers in my town learn how to drive with me in town.  That is a very precise description of my impact. Daily, I impose on the town my culture of utilitarian biking: I blind them with my fluorescent reflective vest, flash them with my hand signals, headlights and back lights, and demand that they queue patiently behind me as I wait for a clearing in oncoming traffic to make a left turn.


Sunken ship at Embree

Small park on the shore at Little Burnt Bay


I'm starting a collection of photos of knots. Knots were a big part of the fishing culture. Knots from my other posts.

Is this knot obsolete? :p

So smart

No fancy handle? No problem.




When I saw this dog house, I was intrigued by the silver handle on its roof.
It turns out it's a road side garbage storage box. 


The simple octagon boxes in the above photo is the more typical garbage box. Everyone has one in front of their house. The green or tin trash cans with a lid which Grouch from Sesame Street lives in are not practical here due to the high winds.  The people here need something heavy duty which will stay on the ground and prevent crows from picking apart the plastic bags before the dump truck makes its round.




Sunday, January 6, 2013

Springdale street names

In the older part of the town of Springdale, most of the street names are named after a type of tree (likely due to its presence in the surrounding). I have decided to make a catalogue of these street names with photos of what the tree looks like.

The red shrubs are probably blueberry bushes that have turned red with the season. 

Road side photos biking to Little Bay.
Forest St - this street is at the centre of town. All the other "tree" streets, Cherry Cr., Aspen Ln, etc surround Forest St.

**I regret to say that the photos in the links for the trees do not belong to me, but maybe after this post, I will have acquired more skills in identifying trees and will be able to showcase my own photos next time.**

Ash
Aspen Aspen is the tree I always confuse with birch, because they both have smooth white trunks, medium size rounded leaves with teeth, and in the fall, the leaves both change from green to yellow. The only thing I can use to differentiate the two is that birch bark is paper thin and peels off horizontally readily.
Birch
 Little Bay
I can't tell from this photo if the trees with yellow leaves are birch or aspen.
So much for my newly acquired skills in distinguishing them.
Cedar I've been told there is no cedar indigenous to the Newfoundland island, so what ever cedar you may
find there are grown for decorative purposes. This makes me wonder why Springdale with have a street named after a tree that is not likely to be found in that town...
Cherry 
Dogberry I now know the name to these pretty red berries! I think I have a photo of dogberries from an older post.
Elm
Fir I learned a try in distinguishing between fir and spruce trees. Fir starts with "f" which is also the first letter of flat, which is its distinctive trait where needles stick out on a flat plane from the branches. The needles on a spruce stick out from a branch in planes of all 360 degrees and thus the needles are all aROUND the branch and not flat.
Hemlock
Juniper The scale like needles are similar to cedar, but these ones are thicker and rounder.
Maple There are maples where I lived, but what I missed most this autumn were the vibrant red maples of southern Ontario and Quebec.
Larch There's also tamarack larch commonly just called tamarack which is really common in Newfoundland and in the northern territories. I was initially very confused by the tamarack, because being a coniferous, I was expecting it to be green like all the other needle and cone-bearing evergreens I was familiar with. What I saw instead this fall was that the needles of these coniferous trees were turning yellow. It turns out I was deceived by the cones and needles and in fact tamaracks are coniferous and deciduous and thus turn yellow and fall off in autumn. Tamarack is the Algonquin word for "wood used for showshoe", because the wood is tough but flexible.
Very short tamaracks in the distance.
Mulberry
Oak Oak trees remind me of one time when I was at Moorelands camp in Ontario and we were set to work on building the layout for this maze in a field, except, it was difficult to find a clearing to lay the material down since the field was scattered with acorns, the seeds of oak trees. I had wondered where all the lazy squirrels had gone, because there was a whole field of acorns to be harvested (not to mention that is was fall and they should really be stocking up for the winter). I then wondered, why don't humans harvest acorns... We eat all sorts of nuts, so why not acorns. I then proceeded to crack open an acorn to try for myself. It turned out, the nut was bitter in taste. Satisfied by my discovery I discontinued my degustation. It turns out Native Americans in fact do eat acorns. They first boil it in water to leach out the mildly poisonous substance which gives the acorn the bitter taste, then they grind up the nut to produce a meal/ flour for cooking.
Pine
Poplar
Redwood
Spruce
Sycamore
Walnut
Willow

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Biking in Newfoundland: King's Point, Rattling Brook

Westbound at the side of the Trans Canada Highway
 outside of the visitor centre at the Springdale junction. 
Saturday was sunny, and a had high of 22 degrees Celsius (the annual maximum high here), so I decided to do some exploring on bike. I didn't really have a plan and had just made note of some of the surrounding towns that I could visit. My first stop was the Springdale visitor centre next to the Trans Canada Highway to pick up a town map, and to try out this much talked about Newfoundland meal, the jigg's dinner.

On my way out of town, I had crossed Kelly, my colleague and some of her friends coming back in town on bikes. They saw me heading out of town a little just before noon. In a way I like the small town community, because if I don't make it back after a solo ride, there is always someone who will notice. Friends back home have already urged that I purchase another cell phone; except the reality is that in between areas of civilization, one is lucky to find reception. The surrounding towns being smaller than Springdale are not serviced by any mobile phone company.  

A RV park at the centre of King's Point next to their hiking trail.
This park is large enough to service about two dozen trailers  
After the jigg's dinner, and chatting with various locals all intrigued by my presence, I decide I would only try out a short bike ride that afternoon. The nearest town is King's Point, and according to the road sign it is only 12 km away.  (Follow me on a map.) Having done some long distances before, not to mention a 30km ride on my first day biking with the women's group, I decide 12 km was doable. Little did I know that the 30 km the ladies took me on towards Little Bay was not representative of the terrain in the region, because the route towards King's Point, had two large hills! The ladies had laughed when they heard about my mistaken assumption. 
I saw a sign saying Township of King's Point,
and followed this gravel path,  only it lead me to a quarry. 

From King's Point, the tourist map had said I only needed to go another 5km before reaching Rattling Brook and the Falls, so naturally I had to go visit this place.  

At the foot of Rattling Brook Falls.
The 800 feet trail leading up to the look out for Rattling Brook Falls is as much of an attraction as the falls. 
The forest floor had such rich texture. In a way it was enchanted,
because the thick layers of moss looked so  inviting.

At the top of the trail with a view of Green Bay.
Near the very end of the town of Rattling Brook is a general store called Joshua Toms and Sons owned by a sweet old lady named Dulcie Toms who has been running the store for 50 years. (I was going to call it a corner store, because that is what we have in the cities, but in small towns, these are more appropriately called general stores, because they supply the locals with most of the necessity.) This old fashion general store full of assorted knick-knack attracted the camera crew of "Land and Sea", a CBC documentary on Newfoundland people, culture and life. http://www.cbc.ca/landandseanl/2012/07/dulcies-in-the-store.html 
Dulcie and I at the counter.
Note the display in the background.

So even though I regret not having had any time to get out of the city this summer (to get in touch with nature), this move to Newfoundland is making up for all of it. Joy's place where I am boarding at feels like being at a cottage, and just minutes out of town, I am out with the trees and birds (and moose and bear for that matter, but I have not encountered those yet!). Here are some photos from my bike ride that day.


I was never the type to take photos, because with my inherited 3.0 megapixel camera, there was always someone with a better camera than I at what ever social gathering, and always  someone with more patience to upload the photos afterwards, so I never developed the habit for taking photos. However, since I was riding solo this day, I had brought along my camera, and the beeping of my camera signaling the completion of a shot was oddly comforting, to a point I think I might now even consider it a friend. 
While stretching my feet, I serendipitous noticed
this cute little motivating phrase on the tongue of my biking shoe.
"Always lead, never follow."