I wrote earlier about a lack of a proper center to Gander. Since then I have been reflecting on the matter and have come to an interesting conclusion based on past experience. In short, it needs local LeBarons.
For the benefit of those readers who don't know me, I grew up in North Hatley, where the LeBaron family has had a very important influence on the town since before its incorporation. The town grocery store has been in the family for over a hundred years and three generations. Joey, the current owner and her sister Naisi are who particularly interest me in the context of Gander.
As I mentioned, the LeBarons are local family who have been in the community for a long time and who have contributed much to it. Generally, they have been business people running various enterprises. I find it significant that the largest brick house in town was built by a LeBaron. However, prominence doesn't necessarily equate to the type of innovation I see Gander needing: I am reliably told that Joey LeBaron's father ran the grocery store with little imagination.
On the other hand, his daughter took the hard nosed business wisdom he gave her and combined it with an inquisitive and curious spirit she seems to have acquired during her adventurous youth. When she took over the store after his death, she brought in numerous exotic products and made the simple grocery store into what is probably one of the world's best. Admittedly, she had the benefit of the markets created by both a university/yuppie population as well as a wealth summer population. But the fact remains that she was able to foster and cater to a more culinarirly adventurous population. In fact, I think she has single handily raised the culinary horizons of the town, including that of the yuppie population.
As for her sister, well, Naisi has an artistic sensibility and talent that impresses me every time I see either of the two of her creations that hang in my flat. She combines her artistic side with a business acumen that while not quite as sharp as her sister's is there nonetheless.
What these sisters have brought to North Hatley is a wider, more diverse outlook on the world while at the same time, being local and business oriented. They were not outsiders to the community. As such, they could elevate the culture of the community without having to deal with complications of being some high-faluting city slicker.
This is what Gander needs. A few local people who can combine experience (culinary, artistic, or other) from elsewhere with a serious business sense and a willingness to take a few cultural risks to elevate the ton of Gander.
Don't get me wrong. Gander is a nice town. It is just that it could do with a few LeBaron types!
Sunday, 27 March 2011
Saturday, 19 March 2011
On pedals, shoes, Spain, Australia and more
This entry is going to be a bit of a grab-bag of smallish items. At least, I intend them to be smallish items. Knowing me, they will probably end up larger.
On pedals, shoes and the first ride of the year
When I bought Leonardo, I opted not to go for clipless pedals for a number of reasons. Partly it was financial as getting the relevant shoes would have been yet another expensive decision to make and I was getting tired of making them. In addition, I didn't feel up to learning how to use brake-shifters and clipless pedals at the same time. However, as Leonardo came with a set of clipless pedals, I kept them against the day I would be up to the challenge.
Late last fall, I bought a pair of Pearl Izimi X-Alp Seek biking shoes that were on sale at MEC as well as a pair of the relevant cleats. Anyway, today I took Leonardo out and rode him with my assorted bits and pieces to the Cycle Technique bike shop to learn how to put the various bits (bike, pedals, shoes and cleats) together properly, with the emphasis on properly. Most of my readers will know that I am reasonably clever mechanically. All that had to happen, installation-wise was few bolts had to be unscrewed and then others screwed in. The only thing that I wouldn't have known was which set of bolt holes in the shoes the cleats went into. However, it was very comforting to get an expert to tell me these things. It was also very comforting that both the expert and another customer were envious of both my clipless pedals and my shoes. They were both aficionados of clipless pedals and seemed to know what they were talking about which made their praise more reassuring.
The mechanic put Leonardo on a stand and had me try clipping in and out of the pedals. For some reason, I found it harder to get into the left pedal than the right. Luckily, I found it very easy to clip out of both. This, the mechanic said, was the important bit! Anyway, I have now joined the ranks of clipless-pedal users.
I have also taken my first bike ride of the year on Leonardo rather than on Floria which is somewhat unusual but utterly logical under the circumstances! Admittedly, it was a rather short ride! Out to the bike shop and back, the latter using clipless-pedals in the real world.
On Spain
In the process of weeding the Children's non-fiction collection at work last year, I came across a book entitled: "À la découverte de l'Espagne d'aujourd'hui" published in 1979. It consisted mostly of pictures of landmarks, and by removing a handful of pictures, you could republish it as "À la découverte de l'Espagne des anciennes époques"! The handful of pictures that would have to be removed featured Mediterranean beach resorts. While old buildings are usually the most interesting ones, and thus are most often shown in such books, it was very interesting to see the relative lack of development of Spain at the time (only just after Franco died) compared to when I was there, some thirty odd years later. Obviously, I removed it from the collection!
On Australia
I have been doing some reading on biking in Australia. My impression at this point is that the Broken Hill to Melbourne option is more interesting at this point than doing something around Perth. From my admittedly limited reading, the area around Perth, while beautiful and interesting, doesn't have the variety of landscapes and ecosystems that the Broken Hill-Melbourne run would have. At least in a loop version. Perth might be more interesting if I could figure out how to do a one way run involving Shark Bay. However, that would probably involve a very long bus ride.
On idiot cyclists
About a week ago, I was walking to my local grocery store when I noticed a doofus cyclist have a complicated and somewhat dangerous interaction with a car, pull across the intersection and get on the sidewalk and proceed along it. As I was leaving the grocery store, the same cyclist came along the sidewalk with a bag in one hand going in the opposite direction. Trying to make a point, I "accidentally on purpose" "failed" to see her in time. Consequently, she had to stop. I said that she should really be on the road, and on the right side of it. She angrily told me that "there wasn't enough space for her" which is a serious load of bull. (I have been biking on that street for years and have never had a problem.) She then proceeded down the sidewalk, before crossing the street dangerously weaving, partly on account of the fact she was steering with one hand (the other holding the bag). A woman who witnessed the incident commented to me that the cyclist was a danger to herself, especially as she wasn't wearing a helmet. It came to me later that the cyclist was wearing a parka with the hood up which limited her vision and hearing. What an idiot.
On evangelicals
Between the time change and too many late nights, I slept in this morning. Around 10:30 in the morning, my doorbell rang. Out curiosity (I wasn't expecting anyone) I answered it. A young man greeted me and said that he was doing "bénévolat" in the neighbourhood (the conversation was in French and the direct translation doesn't quite scan). Okay, whatever, thinks I. The man went on, he was doing a survey about Jesus... "No, I am not interested! Please go away!" In French says I.
I am an agnostic Catholic, borderline theist. This means that it is the Catholic God I have considerable doubts in. It also means I have considerable dislike of those who try to shove God at me.
I also have little tolerance for bullshit, especially in the form of dishonest evangelicals, especially Protestant ones. Why do I say Protestant? Well, this is Quebec where the default is that you are Catholic unless proven otherwise. Consequently, Catholics don't go door-to-door trying to make other people Catholic. (Actually, Catholics rarely do that even elsewhere.) I say "dishonest evangelical" as saying you are doing a survey about Jesus as "bénévolat" is both dishonest and evangelical. Nobody, but nobody would ask to start a real survey about "Jesus" by saying it is about "Jesus", you would describe it as "religious attitudes" or something similar. Also the fact he didn't have a clipboard at the ready was suspicious. By asking about "Jesus" he betrayed the fact he was an evangelical on the prowl or should I say the "prothel" (as in prothelytise). While they rarely pay you to prothelytise, I don't consider it "bénévolat". Thus, he was approaching me under deceptive pretenses which is something that I really dislike.
The fact that his goal was also something that I have no interest in was also a negative, but I would have respected him more if he had been more honest in his approach. What is about these bloody American influenced evangelicals that they are so f***ing dishonest about the way they go about their business. It is one thing to want to convert people, if rather annoying. It is another to go about it by deception. This whole business about intelligent design is a hugely disingenuous and enormous project by these f***ing evangelicals to counter the scientific arguments against the literal interpretation of the Bible. It is monumentally dishonest, which rather discredits the people and the movement behind it. It also runs counter to some of the ideas running through the New Testament which in my interpretation Jesus discourages blind obedience to text in favour of using your god-given intelligence. This further discredits these loons.
On pedals, shoes and the first ride of the year
When I bought Leonardo, I opted not to go for clipless pedals for a number of reasons. Partly it was financial as getting the relevant shoes would have been yet another expensive decision to make and I was getting tired of making them. In addition, I didn't feel up to learning how to use brake-shifters and clipless pedals at the same time. However, as Leonardo came with a set of clipless pedals, I kept them against the day I would be up to the challenge.
Late last fall, I bought a pair of Pearl Izimi X-Alp Seek biking shoes that were on sale at MEC as well as a pair of the relevant cleats. Anyway, today I took Leonardo out and rode him with my assorted bits and pieces to the Cycle Technique bike shop to learn how to put the various bits (bike, pedals, shoes and cleats) together properly, with the emphasis on properly. Most of my readers will know that I am reasonably clever mechanically. All that had to happen, installation-wise was few bolts had to be unscrewed and then others screwed in. The only thing that I wouldn't have known was which set of bolt holes in the shoes the cleats went into. However, it was very comforting to get an expert to tell me these things. It was also very comforting that both the expert and another customer were envious of both my clipless pedals and my shoes. They were both aficionados of clipless pedals and seemed to know what they were talking about which made their praise more reassuring.
The mechanic put Leonardo on a stand and had me try clipping in and out of the pedals. For some reason, I found it harder to get into the left pedal than the right. Luckily, I found it very easy to clip out of both. This, the mechanic said, was the important bit! Anyway, I have now joined the ranks of clipless-pedal users.
I have also taken my first bike ride of the year on Leonardo rather than on Floria which is somewhat unusual but utterly logical under the circumstances! Admittedly, it was a rather short ride! Out to the bike shop and back, the latter using clipless-pedals in the real world.
On Spain
In the process of weeding the Children's non-fiction collection at work last year, I came across a book entitled: "À la découverte de l'Espagne d'aujourd'hui" published in 1979. It consisted mostly of pictures of landmarks, and by removing a handful of pictures, you could republish it as "À la découverte de l'Espagne des anciennes époques"! The handful of pictures that would have to be removed featured Mediterranean beach resorts. While old buildings are usually the most interesting ones, and thus are most often shown in such books, it was very interesting to see the relative lack of development of Spain at the time (only just after Franco died) compared to when I was there, some thirty odd years later. Obviously, I removed it from the collection!
On Australia
I have been doing some reading on biking in Australia. My impression at this point is that the Broken Hill to Melbourne option is more interesting at this point than doing something around Perth. From my admittedly limited reading, the area around Perth, while beautiful and interesting, doesn't have the variety of landscapes and ecosystems that the Broken Hill-Melbourne run would have. At least in a loop version. Perth might be more interesting if I could figure out how to do a one way run involving Shark Bay. However, that would probably involve a very long bus ride.
On idiot cyclists
About a week ago, I was walking to my local grocery store when I noticed a doofus cyclist have a complicated and somewhat dangerous interaction with a car, pull across the intersection and get on the sidewalk and proceed along it. As I was leaving the grocery store, the same cyclist came along the sidewalk with a bag in one hand going in the opposite direction. Trying to make a point, I "accidentally on purpose" "failed" to see her in time. Consequently, she had to stop. I said that she should really be on the road, and on the right side of it. She angrily told me that "there wasn't enough space for her" which is a serious load of bull. (I have been biking on that street for years and have never had a problem.) She then proceeded down the sidewalk, before crossing the street dangerously weaving, partly on account of the fact she was steering with one hand (the other holding the bag). A woman who witnessed the incident commented to me that the cyclist was a danger to herself, especially as she wasn't wearing a helmet. It came to me later that the cyclist was wearing a parka with the hood up which limited her vision and hearing. What an idiot.
On evangelicals
Between the time change and too many late nights, I slept in this morning. Around 10:30 in the morning, my doorbell rang. Out curiosity (I wasn't expecting anyone) I answered it. A young man greeted me and said that he was doing "bénévolat" in the neighbourhood (the conversation was in French and the direct translation doesn't quite scan). Okay, whatever, thinks I. The man went on, he was doing a survey about Jesus... "No, I am not interested! Please go away!" In French says I.
I am an agnostic Catholic, borderline theist. This means that it is the Catholic God I have considerable doubts in. It also means I have considerable dislike of those who try to shove God at me.
I also have little tolerance for bullshit, especially in the form of dishonest evangelicals, especially Protestant ones. Why do I say Protestant? Well, this is Quebec where the default is that you are Catholic unless proven otherwise. Consequently, Catholics don't go door-to-door trying to make other people Catholic. (Actually, Catholics rarely do that even elsewhere.) I say "dishonest evangelical" as saying you are doing a survey about Jesus as "bénévolat" is both dishonest and evangelical. Nobody, but nobody would ask to start a real survey about "Jesus" by saying it is about "Jesus", you would describe it as "religious attitudes" or something similar. Also the fact he didn't have a clipboard at the ready was suspicious. By asking about "Jesus" he betrayed the fact he was an evangelical on the prowl or should I say the "prothel" (as in prothelytise). While they rarely pay you to prothelytise, I don't consider it "bénévolat". Thus, he was approaching me under deceptive pretenses which is something that I really dislike.
The fact that his goal was also something that I have no interest in was also a negative, but I would have respected him more if he had been more honest in his approach. What is about these bloody American influenced evangelicals that they are so f***ing dishonest about the way they go about their business. It is one thing to want to convert people, if rather annoying. It is another to go about it by deception. This whole business about intelligent design is a hugely disingenuous and enormous project by these f***ing evangelicals to counter the scientific arguments against the literal interpretation of the Bible. It is monumentally dishonest, which rather discredits the people and the movement behind it. It also runs counter to some of the ideas running through the New Testament which in my interpretation Jesus discourages blind obedience to text in favour of using your god-given intelligence. This further discredits these loons.
Thursday, 10 March 2011
On this year's biking
Biking in Australia
Well, between a municipal tax bill and delays in signing the new contract at work (and the associated retroactive increase, lump-sum payment) I don't think I will be able to afford to go to Oz in May or June which puts a damper on biking from Alice Springs to Darwin. However, as I have previously mentioned, there are other places to bike in Oz. Probably just as well as I have yet to make a start on reading up on Australia.
Biking in Newfoundland
I was reading one of the Library's copies of the Trans-Canada Trail guide to Newfoundland, mostly for background information, when I stumbled across a section about the bit between Deer Lake and Badger. It gives the scenery a definite thumb's up with the Topsails (a series of four bald mountains which it compares to Ayre's Rock). Caribou and moose sightings are described not just as "possible" but "probable". The downside is that the surface is rated "C" for most of the way and "D" for the last 20 km or so. In short, 100 kilometers of loose, rutted gravel, frequented by ATVs and pickups. If I were to attempt it, I would have to invest in wider tires. Possibly Continental Travel Contacts in 700x42! Just to give you an idea, Leonardo is currently fitted with 700x32 tires. (The second number is the width in millimeters.) Unfortunately, now is probably not the best time the bring up this possibility as Margo and Chris seem to be in the middle of a prolonged stretch of South American ripio and would probably enjoy the relatively bland Newfoundland asphalt! ;-)
Biking in Quebec
A few days ago, I signed up for the usual summer events put on by Vélo-Québec. I was embarrassed to discover that I had let my membership lapse. I also signed up another year as a card-carrying member of Vélo-Québec.
Also, there was a large snowstorm on Monday which dumped something like 30 cm of snow on Montreal (and 75 on North Hatley!). Someone at work asked me if I had biked in that morning! Evidently, my sign I hung the wall near my desk saying "No, I am not still biking to work. I am a devout, not a fanatical cyclist" isn't big enough!
Well, between a municipal tax bill and delays in signing the new contract at work (and the associated retroactive increase, lump-sum payment) I don't think I will be able to afford to go to Oz in May or June which puts a damper on biking from Alice Springs to Darwin. However, as I have previously mentioned, there are other places to bike in Oz. Probably just as well as I have yet to make a start on reading up on Australia.
Biking in Newfoundland
I was reading one of the Library's copies of the Trans-Canada Trail guide to Newfoundland, mostly for background information, when I stumbled across a section about the bit between Deer Lake and Badger. It gives the scenery a definite thumb's up with the Topsails (a series of four bald mountains which it compares to Ayre's Rock). Caribou and moose sightings are described not just as "possible" but "probable". The downside is that the surface is rated "C" for most of the way and "D" for the last 20 km or so. In short, 100 kilometers of loose, rutted gravel, frequented by ATVs and pickups. If I were to attempt it, I would have to invest in wider tires. Possibly Continental Travel Contacts in 700x42! Just to give you an idea, Leonardo is currently fitted with 700x32 tires. (The second number is the width in millimeters.) Unfortunately, now is probably not the best time the bring up this possibility as Margo and Chris seem to be in the middle of a prolonged stretch of South American ripio and would probably enjoy the relatively bland Newfoundland asphalt! ;-)
Biking in Quebec
A few days ago, I signed up for the usual summer events put on by Vélo-Québec. I was embarrassed to discover that I had let my membership lapse. I also signed up another year as a card-carrying member of Vélo-Québec.
Also, there was a large snowstorm on Monday which dumped something like 30 cm of snow on Montreal (and 75 on North Hatley!). Someone at work asked me if I had biked in that morning! Evidently, my sign I hung the wall near my desk saying "No, I am not still biking to work. I am a devout, not a fanatical cyclist" isn't big enough!
Thursday, 24 February 2011
On the potential bike trip in Newfoundland
I recently got an e-mail from Margo relating to some comments I had made in my post about Newfoundland. I would like to clarify that while I am thinking of biking in Newfoundland in the next fiscal year (2011-2012), I am also thinking of biking in Australia as well. Provided I don't lose too many days to sickness between now and May, I will have enough vacation time to do both.
A few months ago, I spent some time on Google Maps looking at distances from places. As welll, I looked at possible alternatives the Trans-Canada Highway. Here is the map I created.
View Biking from Deer Lake to St. John's in a larger map
If a bit in the middle looks a little sketchy, it is because it represents three alternatives. Here it is again in more detail:
View Biking from Deer Lake to St. John's in a larger map
Rather than take the Trans-Canada between South Brook and Bishop's Falls, I would instead go out to Triton and take a boat to either Leading Tickles or Cottrell's Cove. From either location, I would go to Bishop's Falls and rejoin the Trans-Canada. There is a boat tour operator in Triton that I suspect would be willing to do the job. (I haven't contacted them as I have no idea when I would be going to Newfoundland other than sometime this summer.) This section of the trip would be very much subject to the weather as you don't kid around with the North Atlantic, even in summer. Hence the various routes.
Margo indicated that she and Chris might wish to join me on the trip. I welcomed her interest especially as I had been thinking of experimenting with camping on this trip. Margo and Chris have a huge amount of experience in this regard. Also, cycle-camping is easier logistically when you have several people.
A few months ago, I spent some time on Google Maps looking at distances from places. As welll, I looked at possible alternatives the Trans-Canada Highway. Here is the map I created.
View Biking from Deer Lake to St. John's in a larger map
If a bit in the middle looks a little sketchy, it is because it represents three alternatives. Here it is again in more detail:
View Biking from Deer Lake to St. John's in a larger map
Rather than take the Trans-Canada between South Brook and Bishop's Falls, I would instead go out to Triton and take a boat to either Leading Tickles or Cottrell's Cove. From either location, I would go to Bishop's Falls and rejoin the Trans-Canada. There is a boat tour operator in Triton that I suspect would be willing to do the job. (I haven't contacted them as I have no idea when I would be going to Newfoundland other than sometime this summer.) This section of the trip would be very much subject to the weather as you don't kid around with the North Atlantic, even in summer. Hence the various routes.
Margo indicated that she and Chris might wish to join me on the trip. I welcomed her interest especially as I had been thinking of experimenting with camping on this trip. Margo and Chris have a huge amount of experience in this regard. Also, cycle-camping is easier logistically when you have several people.
Monday, 21 February 2011
On when iPhones annoy you
This isn't really about the standard subjects. In fact, it rather resembles the User Tolerant Liveware blog. But what the hell?
As most of you know, I am a librarian. Being a librarian goes beyond your 9 to 5 job. I once said to a colleague that you know you are possibly of the librarian-ish disposition when you notice that when you visit someone's house, your eye is inevitably drawn to their bookshelves. Not necessarily to judge what is on the shelves, just to see what it there. (However, if you start to rearrange the books on the shelves, you are possibly certifiable. Probably certifiable if you arrange the books according to Dewey and definitely certifiable if according to the Library of Congress.)
One the occupational hazards of being a librarian is that one is drawn to bookstores. I think I mentioned before that when I was in London in May, I was in a decent sized bookstore in search of batteries. When told that batteries were to be found in the stationary section that would only open in 15 minutes, I made a comment along the lines of "Oh! What a torment for a librarian!" Anyway, I was in a French language bookstore yesterday with my iPhone. I took notes on it about potential books worth buying. However, I had to type in the ISBNs manually. Thirteen digits is a lot, especially when you know that barcode readers are available for iPhones.
Consequently, when I got home I installed a barcode reader on the Divanita. While it works on UPC and ISBN-13 barcodes, it doesn't work on the 14 digit barcodes that my library uses on its books. I tried finding a relevant iPhone app for this particular task, but I am unable to find one. While it is above and beyond the call of duty for me to have an app capable of reading ITF-14 barcodes on my personal iPhone, I find both surprising and annoying that there doesn't seem to be iPhone app for it.
At the same time, what a time to be alive! We are living in the future!
As most of you know, I am a librarian. Being a librarian goes beyond your 9 to 5 job. I once said to a colleague that you know you are possibly of the librarian-ish disposition when you notice that when you visit someone's house, your eye is inevitably drawn to their bookshelves. Not necessarily to judge what is on the shelves, just to see what it there. (However, if you start to rearrange the books on the shelves, you are possibly certifiable. Probably certifiable if you arrange the books according to Dewey and definitely certifiable if according to the Library of Congress.)
One the occupational hazards of being a librarian is that one is drawn to bookstores. I think I mentioned before that when I was in London in May, I was in a decent sized bookstore in search of batteries. When told that batteries were to be found in the stationary section that would only open in 15 minutes, I made a comment along the lines of "Oh! What a torment for a librarian!" Anyway, I was in a French language bookstore yesterday with my iPhone. I took notes on it about potential books worth buying. However, I had to type in the ISBNs manually. Thirteen digits is a lot, especially when you know that barcode readers are available for iPhones.
Consequently, when I got home I installed a barcode reader on the Divanita. While it works on UPC and ISBN-13 barcodes, it doesn't work on the 14 digit barcodes that my library uses on its books. I tried finding a relevant iPhone app for this particular task, but I am unable to find one. While it is above and beyond the call of duty for me to have an app capable of reading ITF-14 barcodes on my personal iPhone, I find both surprising and annoying that there doesn't seem to be iPhone app for it.
At the same time, what a time to be alive! We are living in the future!
Saturday, 12 February 2011
On e-travel and related matters
As some of my readers may know, I have a certain dislike of cellphones. Indeed, I can get ratty (to use a Mark-ism) when people go on about their cellphones ad nauseum. Until a month ago, all the cellphones I owned (all two of them) were minimalist second-hand jobs acquired from relatives.
That changed about a month ago when I got an iPhone 3GS. I had initially thought of getting a notebook computer, but then realised that by getting an iPhone I could combine the computer function with the cellphone function and get a lite-GPS into the bargain at a lighter weight. (I would also get a camera, but that would be a secondary consideration as cellphones are lousy cameras.)
What you can do with an iPhone boggles the imagination. What you can't do, does the same. In essence, Apple, for some reason, doesn't want you to manage files on your iPhone, but instead want you to use iTunes on your computer to do so in a remarkably convoluted way. It is quite annoying, really, that such a user-friendly device is quite so user-unfriendly. I am tempted to dub her the "Divanita" for her prima donna like qualities in diminutive package.
However, my iPhone is addictive and quite useful all the same. A case in point is how I used her last week.
I had accumulated enough Air Miles (largely from shopping for groceries at IGA) to earn myself a low season ticket to Gander. The trip had a number of purposes. The primary one was to see my sister Alice and her husband Mark. Another was to see Newfoundland in winter. In addition, I was hoping to make a few notes about biking logistics for my proposed AMUAM JuNITO part V project this summer. (Deer Lake to St-John's).
Anyway, I went the e-boarding pass route, using the Divanita. In addition to that, she proved useful in plane travel as not only could I inform Alice of my progress, I could also play Angry Birds on the iPhone while waiting for my connection in Halifax.
Gander and it's inhabitants suffer from the fact that it was laid out with cars rather than people in mind. In fact the original site of Gander was abandoned in the fifties or so, because of the airport. This is not as bad as it sounds as the town was largely built because of the airport. There is no real downtown core and related atmosphere. In addition, it is, in my limited opinion, too large to be intimate and too small to be diverse.
Alice and Mark aren't wild about Gander either. Case in point, they very much miss the vibrant community of Norris Point. In fact, the day I arrived, Alice and I drove to Norris Point for not one but two parties.
Both parties combined elements of what you would and wouldn't expect in community parties in Newfoundland. The first party was a celebration of the Chinese Lunar New Year. It seems that there is a certain number of children in Rocky Harbour were adopted from China. In their honour and as an excuse to have a shindig, their parents organized it. Much of the population was there, or so it seemed. There is a passage from the Great Big Sea song "Up" that goes "So, pile your boots up in the corner/Hang your jacket from the door/There's thirty people in the kitchen/And there's always room for more." The fact that I was a near total stranger, didn't seem to phase people.
The second party was a shed party (and in a real Newfoundland shed at that) that featured beer-tasting of beers from around the world. The first was from Cameroon! Unfortunately, one of the beers I brought from here was off. A pity, as it has been good in the past.
The drive to Norris Point was fun as I saw a trio of caribou by the side of the Trans-Canada Highway near a water course called "Crooked Feeder". There is something very odd in the way they move their rumps as they jog away from you. Sort of like they were wearing diapers. It was the first time I had seen caribou in the wild. Alice was surprised to see them there as it didn't fit her mental picture about where they hang out in Newfoundland in winter. Later, someone who seemed very knowledgeable said there was a herd that tended to hang out about there in February. In addition, we had to stop for a moose shortly after entering Gros Morne Park.
Alice and I stayed with Gary and Sheldon. On Sunday, we went skiing with them and Sue (of Bob and Sue's Gros Morne Adventures) on some immaculately groomed trails near the visitor's centre of Gros Morne National Park. Alas, it was a bit too tame for my liking, and as snow was falling, we didn't have much of a view. Much more fun was returning to Gary and Sheldon for a lunch of sandwiches made from the genuine Schwartz's smoked meat I had brought.
Alice's original plan had been to drive back to Gander on Sunday, but as the snow was falling heavily enough to make driving conditions marginal, she wisely opted to delay our return. I left the decision with her as it made little difference to me where I spent the night.
I made pizza that night, largely from memory, I might add. And darn good pizzas they were too!
Driving back to Gander, I observed that significant portions of the road would have been very demanding the previous night. I pointed this out to Alice along with the observation that she had made the right decision about driving. Of course, about an hour later, I made a very wrong decision.
I was driving out of Badger when Alice observed that I was driving a little too fast and then watch out for the huge chunk of frozen slush that had fallen off a truck. I had been driving for a little too long, I was going a little too fast and I was a bit distracted by negotiating the bridge. I hit the chunk with Alice's car. It broke the right hand end of the front bumper and cracked the windshield wiper fluid tank contained therein. In addition, as the front right wheel surround was attached to the bumper, that came adrift. As far as I could tell, there wasn't any damage to the actual wheel. Alice wasn't so sure and we tried unsuccessfully to find a mechanic in Badger who could tell us definitively. Eventually, we decided the car would make it to Gander. However, I had to cut off the wheel surround with my jackknife and unscrew a piece of the bumper as they were rubbing against the wheel. I tried to patch the windshield wiper fluid tank with duct tape but was unsuccessful as the plastic was too wet for the tape to hold.
Fortunately, I had previously arranged to rent a car for the rest of the trip, starting that day. Consequently, Mark, Alice and I had some transportation. Alice arranged for her car to be repaired at a garage in Gander. As luck would have it, there was no significant damage beyond that which I described. This meant that Alice's car would be ready by Thursday when she and Mark were to set off on a journey will take them to Saskatoon and back, via surface transport, mostly Via Rail.
(Yep, you read that right: Via Rail. Their plan (currently in progress) is to drive to Port-Aux-Basques, take the ferry to North Sydney, drive to Truro, where they get on the train. They will get off in Drummondville tomorrow morning where my Father will meet them and drive them to North Hatley. On Tuesday, they catch a train to Toronto where they will get on the Canadian, which will get them to Saskatoon, by about Thursday. I am not sure how long they will be in Saskatoon, but they will go back the same way they came, excluding only North Hatley.
I am not sure if I admire or pity them. I believe in train travel, but in moderation. ;-) )
I felt that the accident was my fault and that I should pay for the damage. Alice was more of the opinion that "Shit happens" and that she and Mark should pay. We eventually compromised on splitting the bill 50/50.
On Tuesday, I drove to Terra Nova National Park via Eastport. In Terra Nova I did some more skiing on overly groomed and extremely tame trails.
On Wednesday, I went skiing on trails of Gander's Airport Nordic Ski Club. There, I finally found a ski trail that really made bringing the skis along worthwhile. Ironically, the other skier there warned me against going on that particular trail. It was not that the trail was dangerous, long or scenic. Rather, it has been snowing nearly every day in Gander for the last month or so and for various reasons, that trail (Red extension) hadn't been groomed. Consequently, I was breaking trail through very deep snow. The other skier was right to warn me. However, I was right to take it as I wanted the challenge and relative workout it represented. I was sweating heavily and stripped off my fleece jacket to ski in a lightweight merino hoodie and a gore-text jacket. Hardly extreme skiing, but a darn good workout all the same.
That night, we drove to Grand Falls-Windsor to catch a comedy revue of notable Newfoundland events of 2010. It was mostly dominated by references to Danny Williams which got on Mark's nerves and he opted not to watch the second half. The revue started with a personification of Hurricane Igor (as in a mad scientists lab assistant). Later they stole some blatantly borrowed from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. A less blatant theft was an exchange from Monty Python's Life of Brian.
Flying out of Gander, I made the relative mistake of opting for a window seat in a Bombardier
Regional Jet. It felt claustrophobic, more so by the constant commentary from a kid in the seat in front of me that very quickly grated on my nerves. He was just a little too loud. I think also he reminded me of the kid I once was. I was also feeling a little hot. It may have been the fleece jacket was was wearing, but when I was getting off the plane in Halifax, I noticed that a girl in the seat behind me had a cat with her. As I am slightly allergic to cats, I may have been having a reaction to it. (Note to self: in future, when traveling by plane, check for cats.)
Anyway, getting to biking and e-travel, in my travels in Newfoundland I made a number of observations on possible places to stay and eat and jotted them down on my iPhone. I also had some practice in using the GPS functions for urban navigation.
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
On where I won't be going in Australia
If I needed an additional reason not to go biking in Queensland next year, (quite aside from the fact that it doesn't meet my requirement of bordering on the Indian Ocean), this news item on the CBC rather provides it. While the flooding will be over by the time of my visit, chances are that much of the tourist infrastructure will still be down.
Whatever the "Strine-ism" for "God help the Queenslanders" is, I wish it on them. Cyclone Yasi on top of the saturated ground is going to make one hell of a mess.
Whatever the "Strine-ism" for "God help the Queenslanders" is, I wish it on them. Cyclone Yasi on top of the saturated ground is going to make one hell of a mess.
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