Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Fresh from the oven

Torrent River, about 15 miles from our campsite, is a salmon success story. Because of overfishing and environmental degradation from logging, the Atlantic salmon had almost disappeared from the river. For some unknown reason, Atlantic salmon love the Torrent and thousands would use the river as a spauning grounds. But by 1965 only a small population lived in the Torrent River and they were confined to the lower section, below the falls. A 33-foot-high waterfall prevented the salmon migration into the much larger spawning and rearing areas upstream.

Research indicated that giving salmon access above the falls would boost the population. In 1965, Fisheries and Oceans Canada (DFO) developed an enhancement program which included the design and construction of a fishway past the falls. Resembling a series of stairs, the fishway enabled adult salmon to swim up and over the falls through a series of 34 gradually elevated pools. 

Since salmon return to their river of birth, the DFO transferred 50 to 300 adult salmon by helicopter from Western Arm Brook into a good spawning habitat upstream from the fishway. The Adult Salmon-Stocking Program was a success. Salmon born above the falls returned to the upper reaches of the river to spawn and a healthy, viable salmon population was created. The salmon count at the fishway increased from 58 fish in 1971 to a high of 7,000 in 1996 and has remained at approximately 4,000 salmon in the years since. This has made the recreational salmon fishing an economic boon for the local economy. This morning we visited the Fishway for a tour and to learn all this cool information about Atlantic salmon.
The Interpretation Center which is built in the shape of a fish.

The glass viewing room which is the top "pool" of the fishing ladder. Twice a day they open a gate to release the salmon into the upper areas and count them as they swim by.

Not all the fish use the "ladder" right away. Some try to ascent the falls by leaping. If you look closely you can see a salmon trying to go up the falls the hard way. (Center right in the photo above.)


Looking down on the fishway from the top viewing platform. Each of the black grates is a higher pool than the one below.

The falls from mid-way up the fishway.

After viewing the fishway, we took a hike out to the quiet pools above the falls.

We then drove back into Port au Choix to see some of the local sights. In our search for Newfoundland's first people, the Maritime Archaic,  burial site, we came upon this outdoor oven that was being fired-up for an early afternoon program. Through a series of treaties with the English in the 1700's, the French were given fishing rights to the north and west coast of Newfoundland but they were expressly forbidden to make permanent settlements. During the yearly summer fishing migration, the French used a communal outdoor brick over to bake bread. In 1904, the French and the English gave up this arrangement, and the land became "Newfoundland" fishing territory. In 2004, to mark the Centennial, the French in the area built a commemorative oven that is used for programs.

The oven being fired-up. The long-handled tool leaning to the left of the oven will be used to clear the oven of the fire when it is time for baking. The oven will stay hot for hours.

Next to the oven was a replica of a chaloupe. This vessel of Basque origins was used for whale hunting and cod fishing.

We found the Maritime Archaic burial ground. At this site, beginning 6,000 years ago, the Maritime Archaic buried their dead in elaborately furnished graves. At that time, the water level was higher than it is today and this part of Port au Choix, the Point Riche Peninsula, was an island and this burial ground was part of a sandy beach.

After visiting the historic sites in town, we drove back out to the Interpretation Center which was now open. Kyle and Mildred were very friendly and helpful and we asked lots of questions. 

As we mentioned yesterday, there is evidence that four different cultures used the Port au Choix area for hunting and fishing, probably only in the summer. The Maritime Archaic were here 7000 to 1000 YA (years ago). The Groswater Paleoeskimos, 2900 to 1820 YA; the Dorset Paleoeskimos, 2200 to 1400 YA; and, the Recent Indians (Beothuk ancestors), about 2000 YA. This Interpretation Center had marvelous exhibits about each group.

Some of the arrow and spear points used by the Marritime Archaic.

These are auk bills that may have been used as a family symbol. (Maritime Archaic)

Tools, axes, scrapers and needles, that were used in the making of boats and clothing.

This piece of art work represents a killer whale.



Another piece of artwork, an antler pendant effigy of a newborn baby.

Someone has interpreted these to be art objects - the top is a sitting bird; the middle two are bird eggs; and the bottom is another killer whale.

These stone points represent each of the four cultural groups.

An artist's representation of a Dorset Paleoeskimo dwelling house.

I love this featured spear head. It is in three parts and is designed to separate during the hunting of a seal.

We were just leaving the Interpretation Center, to hike to the Phillip's Garden Trail, when Mildred invited us to return to the outdoor oven where there was a program to remember the French traditions of the area and they were baking rolls and passing them out. So back we went.

Because we are on the upper northwestern end of Newfoundland, we are in what was the traditional French fishing area. We had already noticed the predominance of French speakers and French Culture in the area and here, in town, was the local French Cultural Center. 

This is Carolyn, who runs a bakery in town, using a peel to place the rolls in the hot oven. 

The oven had heated to over 600 degrees F. 

In addition to the warm rolls, they served local jams and jellies along with hot coffee and tea. Here Frederick is spooning bakeapple, or cloudberry, jam and local blueberry jam on his roll.

Some of the local people enjoying the rolls.

The Phillip's Garden Trail skirts the northern shoreline of the Point Riche peninsula. At the site of the summer camp of the Groswater, who lived here for 800 years beginning approximately 2800 years ago, there is this sculpture. In outline form, it is meant to be a "memory" of the people who hunted here many years ago. You might not be able to tell from the picture, but the man and young boy are hunting a seal.

In contrast to the limestone barrens of the area, this site that was excavated to uncover remains reflecting domestic, hunting and ritual practices, is lush and green. This is because of the remains of the hunted seals and fish that were left by the ancient cultures.

Further along the coast there is another "memory" sculpture of a kayak hunter.

At the other end of the peninsula, just down a gravel road from the Interpretation Center, is the Point Riche Lighthouse and this third "memory" sculpture called "Dorset Doorway".

Right next to the "Dorset Doorway" is this Sculpture meant to represent the outline of a dwelling. The raised platforms would be the beds along the perimeter of the room and the whale-bone supports would have been covered in seal skins for warmth and protection.

Along the gravel road to the lighthouse, we glimpsed this bull moose about twenty yards away.

The Point Riche Lighthouse.  We can see this light from our campsite across the cove.

As we passed the Interpretation Center we noticed this camper with two lobster traps on top.

Out on the barrens by the lighthouse, there were two grazing caribou. See that dot in the center?

While we were watching the caribou move across the barrens, the camper with the two lobster traps drove up. Because we wanted to know, we went up to the people and asked them why they were carrying two lobster traps. That was the beginning of an hour of conversation with Skip and Suzy Cothran,  from Hampton, Virginia. They are traveling with Hope and Joy, the two poodles. Suzy is a chaplin at a Virginia college, so they travel in the summer months. They told us all about their trip to Prince Edward Island; their selection of the camper; and their hopes and dreams for the future. (They hope to get an Airstream trailer and travel full-time.) This is a picture of just Skip because Suzy went off to get a better and closer picture of the caribou. Oh, they bought the lobster traps on PEI and will use them for yard ornaments.

Monday, July 28, 2014

Finally! Moose

This morning we hitched up and drove out of the driveway of the campground right onto Route 430 north; the Viking Trail. #430 is the only highway that travels up the west coast of Newfoundland, so every truck heading north and anyone who wants to travel north is on Route 430. No wonder there was so much traffic noise on the road right next to our campground.

About twenty miles north we entered Gros Morne National Park, the gem of the western peninsula, maybe of all of Newfoundland. Since our itinerary has us spending six days in Gros Morne in August, on our way back down the peninsula, we only drove right through. But, almost as soon as we entered the Park, we saw a moose off to the side of the road. We have been hearing about moose ever since we arrived in Newfoundland, but this is the first one we have seen. 

We did stop at theVisitor's Center, about half way through the park, located right on route 430.(When has there ever been a Visitor's Center we have not stopped at?) We got some good information that we will use to plan our visit later on.

As we were driving along we commented to each other that we have not seen any other Airstreams in Newfoundland. About a half hour later we passed two Airstreams pulled over in a roadside picnic area. Later, at our campground, what should appear, but the same two Airstreams. 


Oceanside RV Park in Port au Choix, NL, right on the Gulf of St. Lawrence. There are only three other RVs in the campground besides our three Airstreams. The Airstream on the right, with the little window in the back, belongs to a couple from Texas. They are traveling with her brother and his friend who are from Massachusetts. They have had their Airstreams about six years and have travelled together to many places including Alaska. The little Airstream I would guess is a 25 footer; the middle one is about 27 feet, and ours is 30 feet long. 

The landscape in this northwestern part of Newfoundland is like none other that I have seen.  It reminds me of the arctic tundra. One of the main reasons that we stopped here is to visit the Port au Choix National Historic Site. Evidence of four ancient cultures has been uncovered at Port au Choix; in archaeological terms, these are the Maritime Archaic, Dorset and Groswater Paleoeskimo, and "Recent Indians" or the ancestors of the Beothuk. Port au Choix's landscape is also intriguing; the limestone barrens. 

The local Foodland that we can see from our campground, back up the hill.

This is the Visitor Center at the Port au Choix Historic Site.  We arrived too late, they were just closing at 5pm. We can actually see this Center across a little bay from our campsite.

Even though the center was closed we decided to take a 4 km hike through the surrounding area. What  you see on the ground, in the center of the picture, is a tree.

There are many endangered and threatened species of wildflower here. We will find out more tomorrow when the Center is open.

Then, just as we came around a little tuckamore, we heard a splash and rustling and there - was- another- moose, about twenty feet from us.

I think she was as surprised as we were, and quickly made for the trees.

The trail out across the limestone barrens.

There were several tuckamores.

Wild country and stunted trees.

We took a loop trail around Crow Head, which is this weird hill made of boulders and misshapen trees. 

The view from the top of Crow's Head.

The town of Port au Choix in the distance.

It is the strangest thing; we have seen this before. In the midst of an historic and quaint fishing village will be these suburban-style houses - big ones. It can be very incongruous.

Here's another one that would look right at home in Barrington.

The real pleasure for us is the shoreline right outside our door (reference the first picture).

It's a coastline like none we have ever seen before with these smooth, flat slabs of rock.

The waves are crashing in.  We'll take this sound over highway noise any day!

On the shore Frederick found this in the rock. (The $2 Canadian coin is to provide a size reference.) He thinks it is a Viking scabbard.