Oh Well

Matey seems to be doing better so we thought we’d go back and walk the trail at Coachman’s Cove. The sheet from the Visitors Center said halfway down the trail there was another Dorset site.

Matey went right up the sets of stairs.

But he didn’t want to walk down, so I carried him down.

Otherwise he seemed okay, even showing bursts of energy.

On the way out we stopped at a lookout over the harbor.

There are some of the houses lining the inner shore.

As usual I was brought up short by the beauty.

Sometimes it felt like we were walking through a fairy garden.

We’d only walked about a half mile when we came to the end of the land.

To the east was Baie Verte, to the north French Island and to the west Coachman’s Cove.

We’d seen two camp site picnic areas but no signs of any Dorset site.

On the way back we checked out the other camp site…

where we found some ancient coral, but no Dorset site.

We walked down into Cow Cove, which we had missed because we went to the harbor overlook. There was a nice view of Baie Verte, but nothing to indicate a Dorset site.

So we had a very pretty walk along the shore.

When we finished we talked to two locals who had just built a frame for a small concrete pad. The had never heard of a Dorset site other than the quarry. Oh well.

Next we stopped at the store in the town of Baie Verte. Bud bought water and a nice looking pork roast. He wrapped the roast in many layers of plastic bags and we set off for La Scie where we planned to have lunch at the restaurant that was closed yesterday.

We sat out on the front porch…

where Matey could join us. He chose a spot in the shade.

We looked out over the harbor. We were hoping for some traditional Newfoundland cooking, but there is a heat advisory here. It was 76 degrees and the owner and chef said that was too hot to cook. She had macaroni and cheese, which I can’t eat (can’t eat wheat), sandwiches, ditto, and a garden salad with smoked salmon on a bagel.

Bud and I both ordered that, mine without the bagel. It was good, but not the Newfoundland cooking we had hoped for. Oh well.

And then we had to hurry back to save the roast pork and for me to do laundry.

It seems that all our destinations are at the shore. That’s not because the interior is not beautiful.

There are hills and lakes everywhere. But the land is stony and boggy and all the early settlements were fishing villages.

So towns came first and then the roads, which remain largely undeveloped. There’s really nowhere to stop so it’s hard to take pictures. Oh well.

By the way, the pork roast was not what Bud thought; it still had the very thick skin on it. So when it was trimmed up it was neither the cut nor the good buy he thought. Oh well.

Tomorrow we move on and there is still one branch road we haven’t explored. Oh well.

But honestly, looking at these pictures you can see that it was not a day to complain about!