The harbingers of summer here in Newfoundland are not the dandelions taking over the green spaces (although they do that, too), nor are they the rare but blindingly beautiful cloudless skies.
No, they’re icebergs, and their smaller components, growlers and bergy bits. Actually, now that I think about it, that’s pretty typical of this upside-down province: ice is the herald of warm summer days. After all, Gren and I were out in a (short) blizzard just three days ago.
When the Pie and I were here house-hunting in June of 2008, St. John’s was experiencing one of the best years for icebergs in a long time.
Then we moved here, and, true to form, saw barely any ice for the next three years. This year, however, is another good one for ice, and you don’t have to stray too far from town to see it. This one was nestled in Quidi Vidi Bay a few weeks ago.
It was worth struggling over slippery rocks in high winds and sleet to get a better view. Unfortunately I only had my phone with me, so the picture quality isn’t what it could be.
The Pie wasn’t too happy without his touque.
These ones are off the shores of Blackhead, a tiny ancient settlement between St. John’s and Cape Spear.
I wanted to get all three in one shot but they were really far apart.
We headed a little further south to see if we could get a different angle and ended up at Dead Man’s Cove for these pictures.
A very nice lady took our picture with a berg. Unfortunately the berg looks more put together than we do.
Then we found these bits up in Middle Cove.
That’s the Pie down there on the beach.
There were bits of ice all broken up on the beach.
I got to touch a piece. It was very cold. If I hadn’t been worried about the pollution I would have taken it home and put it in a drink.