On a gorgeous Saturday morning we made a trip to Bell Island.
A trip on the ferry costs nearly nothing, and you pay the fare only once to get on and off the island. The ride there was pretty awesome, and we all took lots of pictures.The ferry itself was super-ghetto, which made it also cool.
Bell Island was settled by farmers in the early 1700s. Iron was discovered there in the late 1800s, which made Bell Island into a thriving mining community. The mine closed in 1966, however, and since then the population, once around 12,000, has declined to less than 4,000. Most Bell Islanders live in the incorporated town of Wabana, but a few live in the smaller towns of Lance Cove and Freshwater. The mine is open to tourists, but unfortunately we were about two weeks too early to get a tour.
Fun fact for you. Bell Island was one of the only places in North America to see enemy action during WWII. A pier where 80,000 tonnes of iron ore was stored in preparation for shipping was torpedoed by the German u-boats in 1942. Supposedly at low tide you can see the wrecks of the four ships that were sunk in that battle, and there stands a memorial for the 69 men who died in the conflict.
Unfortunately we got lost (hard to do on such a small island, but we managed) and we didn’t make it to that memorial.
This huge broken piece had all sorts of little caves underneath it and the water was so blue.It reminded me of some kind of pirate meeting place.I crawled over some strawberries to get some of the photos. The ants living there didn’t like it very much and I was soon covered with the little buggers.
I think this is a pitcher plant.Behind the lighthouse it looked like the horizon stretched off and ended abruptly, and it actually did. You can see in this photo, where the grass ends is just empty air. The cliff drop-off is staggering. You really do get the impression that you are at the end of the world. Most of Newfoundland is like that.
We ate lunch at Dick’s, a family restaurant celebrating its 60th year in operation. I enjoyed my sandwich. It had a nice view. The restaurant, not the sandwich.The ferry back was slightly newer, and we passed the old on on the way. And a sailboat.