Making Memories, LBI Part 2
It will be difficult to top yesterday, but morning comes with plans to head back to shore for a walk and maybe some blueberry picking.
We dock at the same wharf as yesterday and walk toward the old school. There is no sign of Mr. & Mrs. Parsons, but there is smoke coming from their chimney. The door to his “museum” is open but we carry on without stopping in.
There are not enough berries outside the cemetery to bother picking, but we do wander through the headstones as we have before. So many young deaths and many noted “by drowning”.
As I write this today, September 13, we are both saddened by the news of the fishermen who drowned off Fleur de Lys last evening. One was from Coachman’s Cove. One is still missing as the search continues. After short visits to these two communities, we are touched by their loss. We realize how connecting with the people in rural Newfoundland has a lasting effect on us. Perhaps we even met these men who have now perished.
Walking past the home of Jules and Lavonne, on our way to Macks Island, we spot the two in the yard working. She is painting a door for their shed at the shore and he is working on the gardens. We met them in July so they are interested in our summer’s journey. Lavonne takes me to the “bridge” (deck) at the front of the house to show me the view from their bedroom windows. Spectacular. A bird, neither of us can identify sits at her feeder, taking food when offered from her hand.
It is very warm as we continue on our walk, across the footbridge connecting Little Bay Island with Macks Island: apparently named for the Mi’kmaq who once lived on it.
The trail at the end of the road is easy to find but the way is steep. We climb and make use of the large ropes located where our ascent is most difficult. The view from the top is splendid. Resting for a cool drink we hear our phones chirping. There is cell service here atop this lookout, yet none in the village. We do a quick weather check and take a peek at our email and any missed messages.
One last stop at Rob and Jackie’s for thank you and good-bye. We are counting on seeing each other again, whether it be in Happy Valley-Goose Bay, Deer Lake, LBI or at our home in Ontario..
Back at the boat, Harald raises the dinghy and I make supper. We remove the enclosure after supper and begin our preparations for morning departure. Heading to bed, we know our days on the water will soon come to an end, our stops now very few as we are just 87 kilometres from Lewisporte.
We are grateful for the time we had in Little Bay Islands, with new friends, gorgeous scenery and happy memories.
