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Three Men, a Cave, and an Island of Wolfhounds
Bella the Cargo Ship is ready to service the Lower North Shore and you have a ticket to embark on the adventure of a lifetime . She will bring you on a journey of isolation, and a new kind of cold that you have not experienced before. Each port-of -call takes you deeper and further into the desolate, barren lands of the North. This is not a cruise. You must be quiet and stay out of the way- but you are welcome to come observe! Hop aboard! Hear the language, taste the food, and see the strength of an ancient people who have endured and survived on this unforgiving, foreboding land since time unknown.
Let me show you to your quarters!
Here is the route! Precious cargo will be delivered up and down along the coast of the Lower North Shore. If you miss a stop while you are sleeping- don't worry! You will return along the same route on the way back, and hit it during the day time.
Here is a small fishing village called Kegaska! Most of the people here speak English, but French and Innu are more common as you continue further North.
You can cast a tall shadows on the high Tundra!
You find a shipwreck on the shore. It is lonely here- something stirs deep inside, but you can not explain.
Now the People will know we were here!
In some places, the way is tricky with tight passages!
There are no roads on these isolated communities. Instead, residents age 8 to 88 drive four-wheelers around the rocky islands. When the ship comes to drop off supplies, the four wheelers appear as if ants running down a hill- little black dots against the white tendrils of snow, making their way down to meet the ship!
The passage way between the rock formations is very narrow. It is terrifying as you will see here! You believe for a moment the ship will smash into this rock wall, you brace for the impact!
And look, there is a baby iceberg bobbing along in front of this little home on a rock island. What do you think it must be like to live here?
The channel widens, the sea has turned to ice. POW, BANG, SWISH! The bowels of the ship echo as the vessel rips through those ice sheets.
This man is named Christian and he has come all the way from France. He speaks a different kind of French, not like the French of Canadians. Christian looks out in awe at the sea of ice. You see, he is chasing icebergs! Yes, and so he will not be returning once the cargo ship reaches her Northern most stop. Instead, he will walk off in Labrador and continue further North. You never hear from Christian again- but you are sure his dream was fulfilled. He would have surely seen the Greenland icebergs that brake off and migrate to the Canadian arctic!
Look how far North you have come!
And this man is a lawyer from New York! He is the only other person on the ship that can speak English and so you are happy to meet him. He is trying to go around the entire world slowly- by boat, train or on foot. He gets off at Labrador, but he does not go North with Christian. Instead, he takes a ship to Newfoundland, and eventually explores Nova Scotia, PEI, and the Maggie Islands seemingly without any concern or concrete plan. The Lawyer is taken in by the allure of isolated communities, and the culture of island people. He seems as a happy child, eyes wide in wonderment, and not much at all like a fast-paced New York Lawyer!
Every stop brings a new kind of cold. The air and the ice and the wind becomes your new world- that is all that there is. There are no distractions, you must face it. Each stop takes you further away from anything familiar, further away from everything you have ever known. And so you shed little layers of yourself, until there is nothing left and no where to go, and you must come face to face with yourself.
The people who live and work this land will leave you touched. It seems they are only surviving- but there is a resolve about them that lacks the anxieties seen in the modern world today.
With fresh fish served 3 times a day you suddenly realize the cold does not strike you so quite so hard. You feel strong in your body, you stop shaking and your senses become sharper.
Most of the people that live on the lower North Shore live semi-nomadic lives. They move to the coastal waters to fish and trade along the shores in the summer. In the winter they migrate inland, following the rivers and waterways to hunt and cut wood for heating.
You are looking for Marguerite's cave. Marguerite de La Rocque was thrown overboard by her father here on the Ilse of Demons. He was angered that she had fallen in love with a deck hand. She survived in a cave somewhere here and gave birth. She fished and hunted and was rescued years later by a fisherman. Eventually she returned to France and became a school mistress. You never find Marguerites cave as the snow is too deep. You resolve someday to come back and find that cave.
On the way back you stop at the Anticosti Island. On a map, this island appears like an amoeba about to be swallowed by the great mouth of the Saint Lawrence seaway. You walk into the little village and for a moment you think there is Irish Wolfhounds everywhere. But they are deer. There are only 200 people that live on this island but there are 200,000 deer. These deer are in the driveways, and lying by garages and sleeping under the doorsteps.
The ship plows on and you are almost at the end of your journey. You have sea bass for your supper that night and head into a lounge area. There are Innu men and mothers with small children taking this ship back to a neighboring village.
The seals have come, as far as the eye can see. By the tone of their voices you know it is an exciting event marking a seasonal passage. They speak quietly in their ancient language. It becomes like a lyrical rhythm- a song lulling you into a strange sleep as the ship ebbs and churns.
Thursday, August 8, 2019
The Lion, the Wolf
August 2019, this Leo girl turns 47.
And somewhere deep in the Nova Scotia woods you will still find a Lion and a Wolfie...
Thursday, December 27, 2018
2018 glimpses
Wanted to put up a little update....
Lilly at the Lake
Lilly at home in Canning Oct 2018
Lilly at Medford Beach, Nova Scotia
Out at Crick Hollow with Duke
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Crick Hollow,
Duke,
Gramps,
Irish Wolfhound,
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Monday, September 11, 2017
My but the years have passed by...
The years have gone by. Life changes and nothing changes at all. There is still a girl, a cabin, and a wolfie in the woods. There probably always will be. But it is time to put this chapter to bed and retire this blog. For ten years I have captured my life with these mystical creatures. I love to look back. It makes me smile, laugh, cry...and it tugs the old heartstrings. Life is so short, so precious. I hope you will stop in now and again for a smile or a laugh, I know I will have this here to look back on forever. And now it is time to move forward...
God Bless you All, Peace.
Janice and the Wolfies.
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Camp Fail!
Hi it's Duke and winter hit hard out of nowhere. We thought we were getting off easy but we got blasted in February and it stormed so much that calves came in the house to stay warm!
And this little guy escaped from his box--or maybe I helped because I wanted to play.
The Lake is beautiful and covered with snow!
We sweep the lake and make a skate rink- can you see me?
The snow drift are so high and the road to Crick Hollow is long....I wonder can we make it?
It might be easy going in snow shoes, but I have long stilts! I wonder if I can do it?
No I can not!
It is such hard going I need to take a break. I lay right in the snow in typical wolfie fashion! We turn around and go home.
I had fun but this little wolfie is calling it a day! Bye for now, love Dukey!
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Christa,
Crick Hollow,
Irish Wolfhound,
Nova Scotia,
Trout Lake
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