Trepassey Bed and Breakfast

Today is Sunday, July 6th, and a few ticks past 11:45 in the morning. Sharon and I are on our way to Drook Cove for a few pixel moments, and then onto the Rookery, a bird breeding colony. Both of these stops we passed yesterday on our way back from Mistaken Point.

Thirty minutes out of Prepassey with Portugal Cove South in the short distance. Lobster traps are a common item washed up onto shorelines.

And so are the empty shells of sea urchins with their beautiful symmetrical designs.

Further along from Portugal Cove South.

The road we followed yesterday from Portugal Cove South to Mistaken Point (at the bottom right) is the same road we are travelling today. Drook Cove, which is south of Drook, is the large cove situated to the right of centre in the photo, with the tiny, hazy white beach along the road side.

It's Time For Listening at Drook Cove

Imagine The sound of the sea draining over a beach of marbles.

As we move further along the coast, the calming sound of the ebbing sea over pebbled beaches, is suddenly transformed into this thunderous crashing sound of waves pounding upon the jagged rocks.

The Rookery

Heading away from Drook Cove, we've just pulled off and from here we are trekking across this wind swept plateau heading out to the bird's nesting sites a couple of hundred metres away.

From Drook Cove, which looks like a dam from this view, we continued driving for another kilometre to that circled pull-off along the road's edge. From here Sharon and I walked out to that large inlet at the bottom-left of the photo where the rookery is. The photo you saw earlier titled "It's Time For Listening at Drook Cove," I made while standing at the lower end of that stream running through the beach towards the ocean. Portugal Cove South is towards the top of the map and right at the bend in the road as it turns west.

It is unbelievably windy out here. My eyes are tearing up so quickly due to the strong wind and I'm having a devil of a time focusing properly.

And with the wind as strong as it is, I am stepping no closer to the edge of the ridge. I'll happily stand here and zoom in closer.

Over 4,100 active nests were counted on June 29, 2009, primarily here and at Freshwater Cove.

As I head back towards Sharon, I am at the same time looking for something interesting to photograph, something that will stand still long enough in these gale-force winds that is.

Not even a ripple in this water drop.

Experiencing the Opportunity

Almost back in Trepassey and I'm almost certain the wind gusts have picked up a notch or two. From here we are continuing on through Trepassey and heading out to the Powles Head lighthouse on Powles Peninsula.

Once we had arrived back in Trepassy, Sharon and I continued on, driving down the peninsula to Powles Head.

Powles Head Lighthouse

We parked in front of that square building, which is the lighthouse keeper's quarters, and walked around a bit.

The keepers of the light are still at home, so we are taking no chances at being caught, and are leaving the car doors open just in case we have to make a break-for-it.

Coming back down from the lighthouse, Sharon and I pulled off the road and along-side a trail leading up to this bluff over looking Trepassey Harbour.

Trepassy

The causeway joining this peninsula and Trepassey floods over during high seas.

Nothing to worry about today, but just listen to those breakers crashing in.

Tomorrow, Day 27, Donna and Keith, Sharon and I are leaving the Avalon Peninsula and heading towards Clarenville which is our next night's sleep (in the doll's house.) Sharon and I will leave Trepassey tomorrow heading west and following the yellow line all the way up to Clarenville in the north west. At the same time, Donna and Keith are going over to Placentia (the west side of the Avalon Peninsula) for some whale watching. We'll all re-unite later tomorrow evening in Clarenville. See you there randy