14th June 2005 – 7th July 2005-07-17
Ms Lynne J Braithwaite
Since I was based in Goose Bay Labrador, Canada in 1964/65 with the RAF I have always had a deeply felt urge to revisit.
The day I arrived there I had a feeling of having returned home and that feeling had never really gone away.
It was the advent of the Internet and e-mail that rekindled the idea of visiting after a remark by an acquaintance from all those years ago “We do have a road now”! I replied, “Well you never know, I might just drive by and visit with you”. The idea was said jokingly but slowly and surely got more and more serious. Finally I said to myself, “If I don’t do it now (Aged 70) I never will, and the idea of driving the Trans Labrador Highway (T L H) then became a serious project.
I planned my Itinery making use of an ex colleague who now lives in Moncton and who travels the T L H at least twice a year and has family living at Goose Bay.
The vacation was not without a few problems! But problems always have an answer somewhere. Travel Insurance at my age is a real pain especially if you are taking Warfrin for a blood-clotting problem that happened over 10yrs ago.
Another problem is hidden in the small print of Rental car Companies. IE You are not allowed to drive on “Gravel roads”. That IS a problem as Route 389 is gravel for half it’s length and Route 500 is gravel for all its 536 kilometres.
However it was a case of "No car" then the vacation would be called off. Common sense prevailed following some e-mail traffic between “Frontier Travel” in London and “CANescapes” in Canada and I got my wish. A 4x4 with plenty of ground clearance was made available for me to collect at Halifax NS on Saturday 18th June.
14th June 05.
My neighbour delivered me to Manchester airport; Terminal 1 and I board the Thomas Cook flight that flies direct to Halifax NS Canada. I am staying at the Citadel Hotel for four days to rest and have a look around, do the tourist thing. All my bookings for vehicles/hotels and ferry crossings were arranged before the flight was sorted. I was originally travelling on a scheduled flight on Friday but the Charter flight was considerably cheaper, but only flies on Tuesdays hence the four days in Halifax
Halifax harbour and the round clock tower Changing of the Guard at the Citadel
Saturday 18th June
My trusty chariot (a “Jeep Grand Cherokee” with only 1,486 Kilometres on the
speedometer) for the journey is brought to the Hotel for me. I loaded all my
belongings in, Checked out of the Hotel and was driven to the rental agency to
complete the paperwork. It’s 3.7 litre V6 and 4 wheel drive should be more that
adequate for the job in hand. The only slight problem was that a driver’s
handbook was not included! Needless to say some systems were a mystery for a
while.
I had taken with me my “TomTom Navigator” and “iPAQ” which was loaded with the
maps of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Quebec and Labrador. I had also pre-planned
and logged the key addresses before setting off from the UK.
So once installed and the satellites acquired I took my leave of the
Dollar/Thrifty Rental Agency and headed north. Today is a short 2.5hr (250Kms)
journey to Moncton in New Brunswick; it will get me used to driving on the wrong
side of the road before I get to the serious bit.
On arrival at Moncton my Sat-Nav took me right to the Rodd Park House Inn on the
Main Street. This is a delightful place to stay, comfortable, and extremely
friendly & helpful staff. They also have a free Internet connection for the use
of customers, so caught up with my e-mail.
I then phoned my ex RAF colleague (Des) who now lives in Moncton and was
instructed to make my way to their home ASAP as dinner was being prepared, A
quick shower and changed into some decent clothes and in no time was being
welcomed with open arms.
There was a lot to talk about after the passing of some 30 yrs over a most
delightful and much appreciated meal. Made my way back to the Hotel at 22.00.
Straight to bed as I have a 5.5hr drive tomorrow to Matane (Quebec, ferry
terminal)
Sunday 19th June 05
After breakfast in the restaurant, which is part of the hotel, it was time to
load the Cherokee and check out. I will be staying here on my way back so
checked that the room was booked. It is indeed.
My first port of call is to the nearest gas station and fill up.
What a delight it is to pay less than half the price we pay in the UK!
The route north is via Highways 15,11,8 then back onto the 11 at Bathurst for
the journey to Campbellton where I cross into Quebec and Route 138.
There are lots of familiar names to be seen:
Westmorland, Northumberland, Kent &
Gloucester counties. Then when you get to the north of the province one sees
signs to Balmoral, Blair Athol, Dundee and Glen Livet.
However that all changes very quickly as soon as you cross the “Van Horne”
bridge into Quebec province
From now on the route rises steadily for the next 78 Km and follows the
Matapedia river to Amqui.
At Amqui I take route 195 to Matane and my next night stopover.
This is now a 64Km downhill traverse to the south shore of the St Lawrence the
latter half following the Matane River into the town.
The scenery is beautiful and extremely photogenic, however being on my own I
have to pick my photo opportunities very carefully.
The road to Campbellton
My stopover tonight is at the “Riotel Matane” where I availed myself of the
delightful restaurant. I didn’t however take a swim in the outdoor pool, which
looked very inviting but was a tad cold for my liking.
My body clock has yet to adjust and I’m waking at 06.00 every morning, Spent the
evening chatting to some folks who are flying north in their own aircraft.
Once again my Sat-Nav got me to my destination.
I’m having a reasonably easy day tomorrow, catching the ferry to Baie Comeau at
11.00hrs.
Monday June 20th 05
I had breakfast in the dining room and gazed across the St Lawrence but didn’t
see one ship in transit.
I made my way to the Terminal at 09.45 and arrived ten minutes before the office
opened. I’m really pleased with the planning and pre-paid vouchers. Today I have
to pay for my ferry passage BUT my space has been pre-booked.
Here is the sort of traffic I am going to encounter on the gravel roads ahead. A
Big truck exits the ferry on his way south.
The crossing costs $C42.00 for the Jeep and
myself, the journey takes 2hrs 30min.The weather today is sunny but the wind is getting up, could well see somespray
coming over the bows.I folded my mirrors back as instructed, made sure I had my booking form, money
etc to hand then entered the hold then found myself going up one of the right
hand ramps and right up to the front. Put the gearshift in park and handbrake
on, then get out of the car and lock it as quickly as possible so that the next
vehicle can park alongside on the adjoining ramp.
Made my way up to the passenger lounge and got myself a seat. Once the vessel
got under way (almost an hour late) we were asked to make our way to the ticket
office. All the announcements are in French first and English second so my lack
of skill with the language meant there was a long queue so I returned to my seat
for a half hour. I decided to save my cash and pay with my Visa card as I’m
doing for all my fuel purchases.
I bought some post cards at the shop on board to dispatch at the hotel tonight.
Today is “Fathers Day” so there is a lack of traffic on the road, which is
fortunate for me as I drove out of the terminal and into the wrong lane! A hasty
left turn into an estate road then back to the ferry terminal to exit correctly
into the right hand side of the road beyond a huge yellow painted concrete
block. So with my first embarrassing mistake out of the way I proceeded to make
my way the 4 Km to the Comfort Inn
Having checked in I then find this hotel has no elevator and my case is HEAVY! I
finally got up the stairs and found my room. It is really nice. I then found the
nearest gas station and filled up the tank. I have been advised to get a spare
gas can and fill it, as fuel is a long way apart on the rest of the route. I
bought one from the Gas station and also two1gallon bottles of screen wash. The
rule is “Fill up” wherever and whenever you see a gas station. The weather has
changed and it’s now raining. Drove back to the Hotel, got myself sorted,
showered and changed, then braved the wet weather and walked across the road to
the “The Buccaneer” Restaurant where I had my evening meal.
I then returned to the Hotel and watched the local news on TV to see if there
was anything happening on Highway 389 that I needed to know about. Had an early
night.
Tomorrow is an eight and a half hour drive at least. The first 213Km is on
twisty and hilly paved road to Manic-Cinq (Manic-5). The next 350Km of the road
to Labrador City is mostly gravel road with a paved section of about 80KM in the
middle.
Sleep well then eat a hearty breakfast Lynne.
Tuesday 21st June 05
Awakened at 05.00 by my alarm. Had a shower and got my travelling clothes on and
yes boots are the order of the day. Repacked my bags and lugged them downstairs
then loaded them into the car. I then went back to reception to check out. Oh
dear! I have a problem. The young lady on duty doesn’t speak English and I don’t
speak French. She insists that I sign the Visa voucher she has made out but I
refused so she got rather upset. I showed her one of my other pre-paid vouchers
and pointed to the filing box behind her. The staff yesterday on my arrival had
put the voucher in it. She finally got the message but then had to find out how
to void the transaction she had started. By now I had lost over half an hour of
my schedule and was not impressed. However I managed to show her that I was
retuning in two weeks and if there was a problem it could be sorted then.
06.45 hrs and time to set off along highway138 East to the junction of the 389
north.
Well it’s now crunch time, all or nothing, Labrador City here we come. At least
the rain has cleared and it’s a lovely fresh morning.
The scenery is magnificent! If it’s going to be like this for the whole journey
I will be well pleased.
My first leg today is 210kms to Manic 5 where I must refuel then if I have time
view the Hydro scheme.
So 3hrs later I pulled into the gas station where I refuelled to full at a cost
of $C 26.00 then refuelled my body in the transport café.
Back in the Jeep and pull away from the area at 12.00 on route to Gabriel. But
first I have to negotiate the road past the Hydro dam a couple of kilometres
ahead
as you come round a bend you are faced with this impressive sight that appears
to be totally blocking ones way.
At one time the road actually crossed the top
of the dam wall. But with the increase in heavy traffic the road has been
diverted to below the dam to prevent possible structural damage.
I didn’t join the tour of this facility as I’m a little behind schedule and
anyway will be viewing a much more impressive scheme at Churchill Falls on the
23rd.
I’ve now joined the gravel road, called a dirt road by the natives. Caution must
now be my watchword to prevent damage to the Cherokee and thereby prove to the
rental company that travelling this route is not a major problem.
Observe the posted speed limit and slow down when passing other vehicles. In
fact I stopped completely when possible that way the flying stones were
travelling at half speed.
The only vehicles that seemed to ignore the speed advisories were the power
company vehicles so I gave way to them on every occasion.
This is Gabriel. Fill up and check systems and tyres. Also look to more personal
requirements! There are
no more facilities until Labrador City (6hrs and 270kms away)
The next place on route is Gagnon, a ghost town with no facilities and I have no
intention of stopping to investigate. Still on dirt road and hilly. Just look at
the scenery. Fresh air, and no noise pollution! What more could one wish for.
I am informed that on this section there are two single lane bridges and to be
careful as the as the big trucks are loath to slow down as it takes them a long
time to get up to speed again. Having said that they are all very courteous.
I had stopped to take some photos of the river when this truck thundered thro’
and the driver gave me a wave. Gave him a “thumbs up” to indicate I was not in
trouble.
I didn’t stop anywhere too long and out of the vehicle as the native inhabitants
(Black Fly & Mosquito’s) are always on the look out for fresh blood! I think
they must have heat-seeking systems because within minutes of the vehicle
stopping they would be swarming all round.
My next stop was at the “Hart Jaune” river and the second single file bridge.
I once again ran the gauntlet with the natives. I escaped unscathed thanks to
the “Deep Woods” wipes.
I must really make some comment about the road. Gravel it might be but it is
9meters wide and apart from the washboard effect on some of the steep gradients
I would rate it better than some of the roads around my hometown in the UK.
There are sections where there is quite a long drop off the side if you don’t
concentrate on where you’re going.
Slowed down as I passed Gagnon but the only evidence was a short stretch of
paved dual carriageway. But from here to Fire Lake the road is paved for the
next 1hr 15min
This is that stretch of road and although smooth the joins in the concrete were
annoying after the smoothness of the gravel road. By now the Cherokee was
getting really dusty however none of it was getting inside. The OAT was rising,
but I refrained from using the air conditioning and preferred to acclimatise.
Not only that the compressor use about 10HP and that means more fuel used.
For what seemed like miles all the trees on the left were dead and grey looking
as a result of what had been a massive fire sometime in the past. I must enquire
from someone as to what the recovery time is.
I’m now back on gravel road and heading for Fermont Mine, which is some 35kms
south of Labrador City and Wabush.
So far it has been a very quiet journey with only about 6 vehicles, the truck
whilst I was parked at the bridge and two white pickups going my way but in a
big hurry. I had spotted them or should I say the cloud of dust in my mirror so
indicated and slowed to a crawl to let them pass. The others were going the
opposite way and slowed as we met and passed I’m glad to say.
My friend Des has told me that this particular stretch of the highway is very
twisty and it also crosses the Quebec North Shore and Labrador (Q N S&L) railway
track some ten times. So as the ore trains are hauled by two massive locomotives
and consist of 150 to 200 wagons each holding 50 tons of iron ore I guess I will
HALT as instructed at each crossing.
As I was approaching the 9th crossing the weather started to close in. I said to
myself OK Mother Nature a little rain would save me having to wash the Cherokee.
What I hadn’t asked for was the mother of all thunderstorms that I found myself
engulfed in.
So for the last 40kms all I saw was the road immediately in front of me with
torrential rain, thunder and lightning. The windscreen wipers earned their keep.
I only vaguely glimpsed the Fermont mine complex as I passed.
So 581kms (350 miles) and 9hrs later I pulled into a “Shell” station in Labrador
City. I enquired as to the location of the Carol Inn where I’m staying for two
days. A very obliging gentleman said he was going past it and that I should
follow him. I lost my TomTom Nav during the thunderstorm.
Checked in at the “Carol Inn and was made most welcome. Again no elevator, but
the young man in reception carried my case upstairs for me. Labradorians /
Newfoundlanders are the nicest people one could wish to meet.
I now have two nights here to recuperate and look around.
I have also to make the acquaintance of a lady by the name of Brenda Hodder at
the Gateway Centre with whom I have been communicating re my conducted tour at
the Churchill Falls Hydro Scheme.
This has to be booked 12hrs ahead of the visit. As I intend being there on the
23rd it is ample time.
I unpacked the things I need. Have a shower, get changed and made my way to the
adjoining restaurant for dinner and to chill out.
I then went for a walk in the rain in deference to my legs to get the blood
circulating after being sat in the Cherokee all day.
Talking about the Cherokee. I am not very happy with the way the cruise control
always seems to drop a gear and accelerate right on the brow of blind hills. So
have resolved to only us cruise on long straight level sections from now on.
Wednesday 22nd June 05
A welcome lay in this morning. I then had breakfast before going walkabout.
Found my way to the shopping mall where I bought cereals and milk, which I could
take with me on route and a lot cheaper than eating in the hotels.
I also called in at the local communication company to see if it was possible to
use my cell phone on their system? But no was the answer. From there I made my
way to the Public Library where I was able to use their internet system to send
a batch of e-mails and to also check if I had any messages. It’s a really useful
facility.
My next port of call was to the “Gateway Centre” and to hopefully meet with
Brenda Hodder. Yes I was in luck and it was really great to meet her in the
flesh after communicating with her via e-mail.
I thanked her for her help in my planning of this trip and we had a lengthy chat
about all manner of things.
My visit to Churchill Falls Hydro is now fixed for tomorrow PM and my visit to
the Iron Ore mine is booked for when I return thro here in ten days time. I also
bought a load of Postcards and stamps then said farewell and returned to the
hotel.
Sat down in my room and wrote ten cards, stuck the stamps on ($C20.45) then came
over feeling very tired, lay on my bed and fell asleep for 3hrs!
Checked the Cherokee then went and filled it with fuel ready for tomorrows
journey to Churchill Falls. (238kms –3hrs) I need an early start in the morning
so that I have time to check into the hotel, eat and get ready to be collected
from the lobby for the Hydro tour at 13.00hrs
Got to my bed at about 22.00.
Thursday 23rd June 05
Once again I ease the Cherokee onto the gravel road a couple of miles outside
Wabush. Highway 500 takes me all the way to Goose Bay-Happy Valley, my final
destination.
I’m finding that there is a distinct lack of wild life along this route, and yet
I had been warned of the dire consequences of having a brush with Bears or
Caribou.
At one point the road crossed under the power lines and to my surprise high on
the top of one of the pylons was a huge nest. I stopped and got out my
binoculars and sure enough there was a young bird in residence. It transpired to
be an Osprey nest. The youngster decided he was photo shy as the minute I lined
up my camera he ducked down and I could just see the top of his head. I hung
around for about ten minutes in the hope that a parent would arrive with his/her
breakfast, but no such luck
I hadn’t driven many more kilometres when I chanced on yet another nest atop a
pylon and yes there was a chick in residence but not too keen to show itself. So
I pressed on.
The Churchill Falls Hydro Electrical development is the largest in Canada and
the ninth largest in the world. The Churchill River was re-channelled and
diverted through the power complex, which was constructed totally underground.
From 1966 to 1974 more than 30,000 people worked to plug the Labrador Plateau
and re-channel the mighty Churchill River.
The conducted tour lasts three hours and is a must for any tourist travelling
the Trans Labrador Highway.
Following the tour we were bussed back to the Hotel. You cannot get lost, as
there is only the one.
I then drove to the one and only Gas Station and filled up the Cherokee
($C28.00) The fuel is getting more expensive the further you go towards Goose
Bay, it’s an expensive business trucking fuel all this distance.
Whilst checking in at the Hydro Offices I was able to meet briefly with my
friend Des’s relative who just happens to be the Chief Security Officer and head
of rescue services. We then descended 1,000 ft into the bowels of a granite mass
that houses the the whole complex. It is really impressive and all the more so
when you are told it was cut out by hand with no explosives involved which could
have fractured the bed rock.
I then returned to the Hotel and got changed for dinner. It wasn’t long after
that that I retired to my bed in readiness for an early start tomorrow.
Friday 24th June 05
Got up at 07.00, showered and dressed. There is some low lying mist this morning
and I just had to get a photo from my room window. It looked quite spooky! The
horizon marks the edge of the “Labrador Plateau” and of course the massive
Smallwood reservoir (5698 sq km) that feeds the Hydro scheme.
Had breakfast in the hotel then lugged my case down to the lobby and out to the
Cherokee. Carried out my daily inspection of the vehicle and systems then loaded
my baggage into it. Cleared my room and checked out. I took some pictures of the
Company housing before I set off on my 3.5hrs journey to Goose Bay-Happy Valley
and journeys end. Or it will be when I park next to the Vulcan on the airbase.
More “dirt road”, as the locals call it. I’m actually quite impressed with
Highway 500 and take my hat off to the people who built it. I finally pulled
onto the Highway 500 East at 09.30. By now the sun had risen high enough not to
be a problem. I have still to keep my wits about me with regards wildlife
suddenly appearing in front of me as I go over the top of a hill or round a
sharp bend.
Please ignore the times on the pictures. The Date is correct but I was changing
time zones so often and I didn’t think to change the clock on the camera!
As one travels along the new highway you can still see traces of the original
road. This road must have been quite exciting to drive. Much narrower, twisty
and with many more steep gradients.
In the picture opposite you can see the original road on the left, which
meanders in and around creeks, lakes and of course ravines and hills.The new
road being much wider, more direct and level.
So ends a Low Level Goose Ranger. (With a difference)
2025Kms and 7days duration including a day off at Labrador City
Seven days at Happy Valley – Goose Bay 24th June – 2nd July 2005
Saturday 25th June 05
So having had a good nights sleep it’s time to start exploring and to see what
has changed over the past 41 years.
Yesterday just after I arrived at the Royal Inn my friend Kevin who lives in
G/Bay showed up to see if I had arrived. Tho we have communicated by e-mail with
regards Flight Simulator discussions for three years but have never met, it
seemed like a meeting of old friends. I gave him a silver model of a Vulcan
Bomber as a thank you for all the help he has given me over the years. I have
also given him a DVD that I have made from my 8mm Movies from 1964. He was
really impressed.
I also have a copy of the DVD for a friend Joe Goudie who I hope to meet up
with. He was a young “Goose Radio” (CBC) announcer when I was here last. I met
with him a few times and was privileged to meet his mother “Elizabeth Goudie”
who wrote the book “Woman of the North”. Joe managed to obtain a copy for me
some time back. Finally caught up with him in Tim Horton’s one evening. He is
one busy guy.
Yet another copy of the DVD is to be delivered to the Town Clerk. Des has given
me an introduction to him, but I will have to phone up and get an appointment.
One of my first duties after breakfast is to drive to the Aurora Hotel and hand
in the Satellite Cell Phone.
A Continental breakfast is included in the price package and is taken in the
Hotel Lobby. The range of foods and drinks is fabulous.
So even tho I bought in provisions breakfast is well catered for and most days I
will not need to buy lunch.
So breakfast over I drove up to the base and on the way handed in the Sat/phone.
On my way around what used to be the USAF Base my route to where the Vulcan is
parked was blocked off by the Canadian Base Police! They are having a “Charity
Car Wash” and the only way through is to get your car washed, and enjoy a cup of
coffee and a hot dog then make a suitable contribution! As the Cherokee is
looking dreadfully dusty I figure that C$5.00 is well worth it and saves me a
job as well.
Whilst chatting with the guys and girls I had to explain why a “Brit” was
visiting the Goose and they called up one of their people who just happened to
look after the Air Forces Museum. His name is Max Peddle and the message from
him is to meet him at the Museum in half an hour. Couldn’t have worked out
better. So drove my nice clean car to where the Vulcan is parked and took a
series of photos for the record and to submit to the “Famous Vulcan’s” web site.
It’s a strange old world. I travel all this way to be here on the 1st July which
is my 71st birthday and 41yrs since I was stationed here when I meet up with an
ex RCAF man who was here on the Goose 60yrs ago!
Jim Venables and his wife and daughter are staying at the Royal Inn just three
doors away. His daughter told me her dad was always going on about Goose Bay and
how he would love to make a return visit. In the end she said let’s do it then
and so the trip was organised. They flew in from Toronto.
It’s amazing how much of an effect “The Goose” has on people who visit.
Lets get back to my day. I drove back to the Hotel and refuelled the Cherokee on
the way. I then made lunch in my apartment then having eaten and washed up I
located the laundry room and caught up with all my laundry. Got everything
washed and dried.
In the evening I made my way to Des’s son in law’s “Pizza Delight”
establishment. As soon as I got out of the Cherokee who should I bump into but a
couple I had met on the Hydro tour at Churchill Falls. It’s a small old world!
We sat at the same table and did we do some talking? YES.
I asked the young lady who served me if the boss was present? She asked me why,
so I replied that Des Sonley had told me to ask after him. I almost fell over
when she said, “That’s my granddad”. So “Fallon served us our evening meal.
Didn’t get to meet her dad “Dave Wilson” until the end of the week whilst in one
of his other establishments the “Sand Bar”.
After the meal I said farewell to my newfound friends who were travelling in a
camper. They would, tomorrow, be boarding the ferry at the dock and travelling
to Newfoundland and from there in a couple of months be travelling back to the
mainland and finally back to their home in California. That is some vacation by
anybodies standards.
I then returned to my apartment and received a surprise phone call from Des to
check I had arrived ok. I then watched the TV for a while before bed.
Sunday 26th June 05
Had a lazy start and breakfast doesn’t start until 08.00 and my friend Kevin is
working all day. So I will mosey around the old RCAF Base and see what’s left.
The first impression was of horror! The place has been trashed. Most of the
barrack blocks have been demolished those that are left have been vandalised or
cannibalised; I’m not sure which. The Sgt’s Mess has totally disappeared. The
Combined Mess Hall is completely overgrown by trees and vegetation.
From there I ventured to the hangars. Our Hangar with Air traffic perched up on
the top is a mess. Lots of windows smashed out and it looks like it’s being used
for storage.
Right down the middle of the ramp is a high wire mesh fence. I’m told this fence
now goes right round the base. At the far end of the ramp is an outfit operating
Helicopters.
From there I drove across to where the Curling Rink, Gym and Swimming pool are
located. Well I’m glad to see something is still there. Went and had a look at
the pool where I swam 300 lengths in the RCAF Marathon Swim Competition all
those years ago and also had a good long chat with the lady who was in charge
today.
The Arena where we, the RAF played ice hockey against the Canadian females
during Carnival week is no longer an ice rink and is a warehouse.
I then got my bearings and drove along the road past what was the cinema. It
looks like something from a horror movie now. At the end of the road I suddenly
recognised the building that had been the RCAF Families Shop. Turning left I
followed the road back towards the escarpment road. There in the bushes was what
had been the RCAF Guard room and RCMP Offices. Then on my left I saw what used
to be the RCAF Station Library and education centre. But the one scene that
almost had me in tears was what used to be the Station Commanders house. It
seems to be occupied but it is far from being the pristine building and
surroundings it used to be.
I will have to bring Kevin up here and show him around because I don’t think he
knows very much of the history of this part of the base.
Well that’s about as much as my brain can take in so I decided to drive to Otter
Creek seaplane base.
I only hope that hasn’t changed for the worse. So down the hill off the
escarpment I drove, it was then that my memory did a double take. I hadn’t
realised how far the Floatplane base was from the main dock area where the
ferries berth.
These aircraft don’t stay idle very long at this time of the year as they are
ferrying fishermen to the fishing camps dotted all over the Northern Region.
Monday 27th June 05
I awoke at 06.00 this morning as I have done for the last week and a bit. Went
back to sleep for an hour.Went to breakfast at 08.10.
I had said Hi to Ann the receptionist and had got some cereals and a mug of tea
and sat at one of the tables when a guy walked in thro the door. “Good morning
ladies” says he. I’m impressed. After a while he gets his food and comes across
and asks can he join me? “For sure” I replied. We introduced ourselves and his
name is Patrick. We soon struck up conversation and needless to say he wanted to
know what on earth I a “Brit” was doing in this neck of the woods.
I skirted around some of my past history. You know “let sleeping dogs lie”. All
went well for a while and he explained he was the pilot of the Canadair CL-215
Water Bomber; which is up on the base on Stand-by. He then started to tell me
about components on aircraft and what controlled their life. He suddenly stopped
and said, “ Why am I telling you this? You won’t know what I’m talking about”.
By now I’m getting more than a bit anxious about my past catching up with me.
However I thought oh what the hell! So I said to him “You could well be
surprised about how much I know about life’d items on aircraft”. The cat was out
of the bag as they say, but I asked him to keep what I told him to himself, at
least until I leave. He assured me he would. We then had a very informative
discussion on A/C maintenance.
At 09.00hrs I phoned Kevin to ask what time I was expected and he replied, “as
soon as you like”. I asked Ann for the directions to Kevin’s address then set
off.
I found his apartment. I couldn’t really miss it as he and one of his neighbours
were standing out front waving like mad. So for the first time Kevin and I get
to talk about our mutual hobby. “Flight simulation” He is more into the research
of information on aircraft; like hundreds of photographs that he gets on any
given aircraft which he then sends on to a friend of his who puts the designs
together as flyable models on the computer. Lunch fell out of our schedule I’m
afraid to say. Got Kevin to check that the DVD I gave him works. I was really
pleased to see it on his TV; as I wasn’t totally sure I had recorded it in the
right format. It was 12.00hrs by the time I took my leave and headed back to my
apartment to make dinner.
I’m driving to North West River to watch the Mina Hubbard Centenary Celebrations
this afternoon. This will be a first for me as there was no bridge across the
Goose River or indeed a tarmac road and bridge at NW River in 1964/65.
I enjoyed the 14mile drive tho yet still very mindful of the large, fast moving
animals that can suddenly become major hazards on these roads. On arrival at
North West River I could barely get my bearings as it had changed so much. A
graceful bridge has replaced the Cable Car of old.
I finally found my way down to the edge of the river and found myself a parking
place. The old Hudson Bay Store has been refurbished and is now a museum.
The Mina Hubbard re-enactment is celebrating 100yrs since she and four local
trappers/guides left North West River for what would be a nine-week 576-mile
canoe journey to the George River Post in Ungava Bay. Nunavut. Canada.
I was quietly observing the goings on from the top of the steps of the Hudson’s
Bay Company store when I had a microphone stuck under my nose! I must have
looked somewhat out of place and the young lady asked where I was from? When I
said England she asked “Was I one of the Hubbard family who had made the journey
from England for the centenary”? She didn’t seem too disappointed when I said
“No I wasn’t”.
But her curiosity was raised and I found myself relating to a CBC reporter the
reasons for my visit to Labrador and Goose Bay in particular. I have wondered
since as to whether or not it was broadcast.
Tuesday 28th June 05
I didn’t break any records for getting out of bed this morning. However got to
breakfast at 08.30 and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. Kevin always has a late
start so I took my time and chatted with Ann about all matters with regards
Goose Bay and Happy Valley.
I then met with a guy who is in the construction business. Now this is one
really interesting chap. He is involved with constructing the road bridge across
the Churchill River, which will ultimately connect Highway 500 and the new road
across Labrador, south of the Mealy Mountain range to Cartwright on the coast.
Another expedition do I hear you suggest? Fly to Goose Bay then drive to
Cartwright, cross on the ferry to Newfoundland, tour the Big Island then take
the ferry to Nova Scotia and drive back to Halifax to catch a flight back to the
UK. Sounds good to me. Are you reading this Sandra?
I digress. Whilst waiting for Kevin to get going I drove up to the base again
and stopped at the Town Office car park. I then made my way to the Town Office
to visit with Des’s friend Al Durno who is the Town clerk. We chatted in his
office for a while. I then asked him if he would accept a copy of my DVD. He
seemed really pleased with my little bit of Goose history. I felt rather
embarrassed when he gave me three books about Labrador and two CD’s about Goose.
I finally said cheerio and asked him if he had any message for Des. So he wrote
a note for me to give Des when I call in on my way South.
I then went on a scouting mission to see where the Canadair is parked.
I found it quite some way along the flight line from the passenger terminal and
the Vulcan.
Didn’t look for my newfound friend and just drove around trying to remember what
was where. The USAF NCO Club has gone the way of the RCAF buildings I’m afraid
to say. So has the “Goose Hilton” Barrack Block. That doesn’t surprise me really
as it went out of use not long after it was built as the foundations moved and
the elevator shaft was so distorted that the elevator didn’t work. Well that’s
the story I was told.
It was then back to the Museum to meet with Max. I have brought with me a print
out from my book “Brigands to V Bombers” of my time on the Goose 64/65 and also
my six years as a Vulcan Crew Chief plus a copy of “Air clues” dated 1964 which
contained an article about the build up of the detachment. Spent about an hour
chatting to Max before he had to leave and get some real work done.
I then made my way to the Scotia Bank and got C$200.00 in readiness for my
return journey on the 2nd July. I then went back to the Hotel and made myself
some lunch before setting off to visit Kevin again. We drove around happy Valley
for a while and he pointed out lots of places.
I dropped Kevin off at his home and returned to the Hotel. Had dinner at
Lavenia’s Country Kitchen in the Valley then had an early night
Wednesday 29th July 05
I got to the breakfast bar at 07.30 where I chatted with Patrick over breakfast.
He has also spent a lot of time as a “Bush Pilot flying over most of Labrador
and Newfoundland.
I now have an invitation to visit him and his crew later in the day and to have
a look around the water bomber. As I’m meeting with Kevin later (He is now on
Holiday for a week) I asked if it was ok to bring him along. For sure he said.
After breakfast I tidied up my apartment and put my iPAQ and Satellite unit on
charge. I have been logging the position of my location each day. It might come
in useful sometime in the future.
Had a chat with Ann and some of the staff about local happenings for a while,
not long tho as they have work to do
Made lunch and having eaten and washed the dishes I then phoned Kevin to see if
he was ready for a visit. So at 12.00 I drove to Kevin’s apartment. I told him
of the invite to visit the flight line and he nearly fell over himself to get
ready and go. I have got to say that Kevin and his brother build magnificent
flying model aircraft. They are Radio Controlled floatplanes, one of which is
8ft span boasting a four cylinder, 4HP engine.
That particular one carries a video camera. He showed me some of the video taken
from the A/C whilst it was airborne over Gosling Lake.
They have another floatplane of about 4ft span under construction in the
apartment, so space for living is at a premium.
However it is time to make tracks to visit with Patrick and his colleagues so we
got into the Cherokee and drove up to the airbase. We stopped to take some more
pictures of the Vulcan and I was able to explain a lot of the features of the
Vulcan to him. It is after all a pretty unique aircraft.
We then found the road (track) that took us to the mobile home/offices of the
water bomber crews when they are on standby duty.
Patrick made us welcome. I introduced Kevin to Patrick and needless to say
conversation flowed like the mighty Churchill River.
Patrick then took us out to look at the Canadair CL-215 Water bomber. My initial
impression was that it looked very agricultural but on closer inspection this is
a very sophisticated and functional aircraft extremely well suited for the job
it does.
Well our conducted tour is over and back to the office we go. Patrick has work
to do, so we say a big thank you to him and take our leave.
We drove around what used to be the USAF Base for a while with Kevin giving a
running commentary. As we drove off base along Loring Drive we stopped off at
the restaurant attached to the (New) “Hotel North West” for a coffee. From there
we then drove to the Seaplane Base at Otter Creek to see what was going on. The
place is busy as usual with fishing parties arriving and departing.
In the afternoon we drove to the offices of “Them Days Archives and
Publications” in Happy Valley. Kevin introduced me to the gentleman running the
place and we enjoyed a lively conversation. The upshot is he would like a copy
of my DVD for their archives. So I guess that is another to post off when I get
home.
From there Kevin insisted that we visit the “Labradorian Newspaper” offices. He
seems to think I am newsworthy! He seems to be right as I’m told the editor will
contact me tomorrow. Time is marching on so I dropped Kevin off at his home and
returned to the Hotel.
In the evening Patrick asked if I wanted to join him when he drove to Otter
Creek on a visit to see if any of his old buddies were there. We didn’t spend
much time there then left and on the way back called in at the dock just to have
a look. On the way back I was telling him about the models that Kevin and his
brother build and asked had he seen the model on display in the New Hospital? No
was the answer so we pulled into the car park and walked around the reception
area where there are lots of displays of artefacts and local craftwork. It looks
more like a 5 Star Hotel really. Patrick seemed impressed.
Thursday 30th June 2005
Got my early morning jobs done then went for breakfast at 07.30. Met up with
Patrick and said cheerio as he is transferring to Wabush for a while to stand-in
for another pilot. He said to call at the airport on my way back south, if the
Canadair is on the ramp then they will be in residence at their trailer
home/office and I should call in for a coffee. He gave me his card; which gave
me quite a surprise when I read it. He only has his own company in Gander,
Newfoundland, which covers Aircraft maintenance and Pilot training and allied
services. Talk about hiding your light under a bushel! I thought I was being
cagey.
Waited around for a call from the “Labradorian” but to no avail.
I made lunch and ate it. Then generally sorted my case out. Time is running out
before my journey west then south back to Halifax.
At 14.00 I’m taking Kevin to visit the Aviation Museum! He has lived here for
years but has never been in it. He was absolutely amazed at the contents. We
spent about three hours browsing but could have been 3 weeks. There is so much
to see from artefacts to books and videos. Kevin is bitten and says he will be
spending time in here.
On the way back I called in at a gas station and filled up as tomorrow is the
1st July, Canada Day and a Public Holiday. The gas stations could well be closed
all day and I am due to ship out early on the 2nd. So better safe than sorry.
As I turned off the main road to Kevin’s place he pointed out a pick up truck
parked outside the “Sand Bar” and mentioned that it belonged to the owner “Dave
Wilson”. Des’s relative. So after dropping Kevin off I called in at the Sand Bar
to see if he was available for a 5minute chat. I asked the bar person for him by
name. He was in fact sat at the bar and turned round and said “That’s me”. So I
introduced myself and we enjoyed a good conversation for about 20 minutes. So I
finally got to meet with him after all.
I then had an early night for a change.
Friday 1st July 2005
Canada Day & My 71st birthday
Breakfast doesn’t start until 08.00 as today is classed as a Sunday. Had
breakfast at 09.00 then walked along the road to the park where the festivities
will take place later in the day only to find the place almost deserted. Walked
back to the hotel just in time to realise that there was a Remembrance service
being held at the Canadian Legion next door. Made my way to the front of the
Legion and watched the service.
All the “Mounties” RCMP, Armed Forces representatives and Veterans Associations
were on parade in their scarlet uniforms. However I waited until the parade was
almost over before taking any photos.
At the conclusion of the parade I walked back to the Hotel and made some lunch.
I then drove to the Aurora Hotel to collect a Satellite Cell Phone for my
journey to Labrador City tomorrow morning.
329 miles (526kms) – 8hrs at 45mph (70km/hr)
I am now in possession of a satellite phone. I will hand it in at the Carol Inn
in Labrador City when I get there tomorrow afternoon.
Called in to say farewell to Kevin before he went to his sister’s home for
dinner.
He got one of his friends to take a photo of us for the album.
Checked the Cherokee over, topped up the windscreen washer level and that was
all
that was needed.
Ann gave me a birthday surprise. A jar of “Bakeapple Jam”, also know as
“Cloudberry”. A local product. I will protect that very carefully and eat it
when I get back home. “Thank you Ann”.
I have to now get all my bits and pieces sorted in readiness for an early start
tomorrow. I have an 8+hr drive ahead of me.
Saturday 2nd July 2005 Westbound today
Got up at 06.30, showered and dressed in “Travelling clothes” and yes the boots
are on again! Loaded my case and holdall into the Cherokee then went in for
breakfast. I had made myself some sandwiches from some of my leftover supplies
for my journey, so begged a couple of plastic bags to put them in.
I must admit I rather overdid the breakfast, but it will get me through to
Labrador City this evening where I will have dinner. I only intend stopping at
Churchill Falls long enough to fill up with gas and maybe a comfort break.
Double-checked my room then went to check out at reception. Said my farewells to
Ann and the staff that were available. Talked one of them into taking the photo
opposite. Again the date on the picture is correct but the time is about 5hrs
out.
I then set up the TomTom Sat system & iPAQ.
I know, there is only one road out of here, but it has been radically altered
since the software was produced and it will be interesting to see if and where
the two roads come together. So without more ado at 08.51hrs local I climbed on
board the Cherokee. (The odometer is reading 3846Kms) and made my way thro Happy
Valley to the Junction with Highway 500 West which is a couple of miles down the
road. Yes I did stop and take a picture of the sign! At the junction I hang a
left and head west. So it’s once more time to keep the eyes peeled for wildlife
using the road. I really do not want uninvited passengers entering through the
windscreen.
The first seven kilometres are surfaced with “Chip Seal” and it is hoped by the
locals that the whole road will be “Black top” one day.
Well I’m soon back on the gravel and making good time. But I did stop and take a
couple of pictures of the distant Churchill River that I missed on the way in to
Goose.
Unfortunately there are not many places where on can get Photographs of this
mighty river. Maybe I will have to make a return visit and join the Goudie
family canoe trips from Churchill Falls to Happy Valley that take about a week
to accomplish.
I hadn’t been on the road very long when the weather started to change. It
rained quite gently and wasn’t a real problem and it had an added advantage in
the it kept the dust down
So after 4hrs I arrived at the Churchill Falls town limits and the weather is
improving. As I approached the Hydro Scheme I stopped off at the side of the
road to take a picture of the Company logo that also gives a continuous digital
read-out of the generator power output in Megawatts. (Most of which goes to
Quebec province at a ridiculously low price. After which they sell the power on
to the USA at a much higher price to Labrador’s cost)
I trust that today’s negotiators are more switched on (Pardon the pun) when the
Lower Churchill Hydro scheme is built.
I pulled into the gas station at 12.53Hrs (Odometer 4127Kms and filled up at a
cost of $C40.00 and then drove to the “Town Centre” and parked for a half hour,
had a cup of tea in the hotel and availed myself of their services.
Got back to the Cherokee and checked her over. All is well, no stone chips and
the tyres are in good shape.
I hauled out of C/F at13.30 and set off on the second leg of today’s journey
that takes me to Labrador City.
A couple of miles along the road I pulled into the C/Falls airport thinking I
might be able to get some literature about the place. The car park had numerous
vehicles in it. But the buildings were locked and the place seemed deserted. So
without more ado I made tracks westwards. The next stop was at the C/Falls
River. Or should I say what was the river. It’s bed is laid open and just a
comparative trickle of water is flowing along it’s course.
Churchill Falls before and after the construction of the Hydro Scheme. No one
will ever see the majestic falls in all their glory again. (Unless something
catastrophic happens at the hydro plant)
If you look closely at the black and white picture you can just make out the
early bridge over the river in the top right corner
Time is marching on and I have a long way to go!
After a very uneventful journey I arrived safely at the Carol Inn in Labrador
City at 17.01hrs (Local Time) After I got settled in I drove to Wabush airport
to see if the CL-215 was in residence. Yes she is, I didn’t stay, as I need to
pay a visit to the Gateway Centre to confirm whether my trip to the Iron Ore
Company mine was on for tomorrow or not.
I made my way back to Lab City and “YES” my visit is ON and to be at the Gateway
at 12.30hrs.
I then had a shower and got changed for dinner, I ate in the Pizza Delight
establishment that adjoins the Inn and generally took my time over my meal and
relaxed.
There is a marriage and reception, taking place in the Hotel today and lots of
the guests are staying in the hotel. I then had an early night.
Sunday 3rd July 05
I may have had an early night but I didn’t get a lot of sleep. Was awakened at
04.00 by someone knocking on my door! Turned out to be a drunk looking for his
room. He got told very firmly where to shove the bottle he had in his hand! Lots
of apologies were uttered.
I finally got up at 08.00, showered and dressed then went for breakfast. Ham,
eggs and Pancakes with Maple Syrup. Very nice too!
I then drove to the gas station and filled up my trusty chariot ($C35.00). The
odometer is now reading 4367kms.Total distance from Goose Bay, plus a few Km’s
locally 521Kms.
I then drove to Wabush airport to visit with Patrick. Nobody around! So made my
way to the Seaplane Base. I found a parking place then walked across to the
operations office and introduced myself. I asked if I could take some pictures
and was told that it would be OK. Talked with the Ops officer “Barbara” on and
off for a half hour. She is one really busy lady, dealing with the aircraft
flying in and out of the many “Club Chambeaux” fishing camps they run north of
here.
I was quite amazed at the steep approaches the floatplanes made when coming in
to land on the lake. The fishing parties seem to take everything but the kitchen
sink when they head out to the fishing camps. I swear there was as much beer
taken as fishing tackle. I then made my way across to the “Gateway Centre” in
readiness for my tour of the IOC Iron Ore Mine. Turned out that there was only
myself, and an employee going. So we enjoyed a very personal guided tour.
The holes in the ground where the ore has been extracted are enormous and almost
defy description! So I will let the pictures speak for themselves. Everything
here is “BIG”
Now that is what I call a Big Hole in the ground. Those drill rigs are at least
100ft tall and each layer of excavation is about 50ft.
Got back to the Gateway Centre at about 15.30 and said cheerio to everyone. I
then drove to Wabush Airport to meet Patrick if he is there. Yes he is along
with a couple of his buddies. Had a mug of tea and a chat for almost an hour.
Between Patrick and myself we managed to drop my digital camera on the floor and
broke the battery compartment door catch. Now held together with “Duck Tape”. At
least it still works. Promised Patrick that I wouldn’t forget to send him his
DVD as promised at Goose.
Said my farewells and returned to the Hotel, showered and changed for dinner in
the Pizza delight.
I’m having an early night to make up for the lack of sleep last night. Also
because I’m having an early start tomorrow followed by a nine-hour drive to Baie
Comeau.
Monday 4th July 05
Got up at 05.30! Showered, dressed, breakfast in my room then packed
everything away and loaded the Cherokee. Checked out and handed in my key then
said farewell. Hauled out of Lab/City at 06.45 with the odometer reading 4399kms
The first place I will see is the mine works at Fermont. I failed to see
anything on my way north due to the storm so should be interesting.
Fermont to Fire Lake, dirt road and 10 railway crossings. Finally got to see one
of the ore trains heading north empty. I had timed it nicely between crossings
I’m glad to say as it consisted of at least 100 wagons.
Next stage is Fire Lake to Gagnon on the paved road then back onto the gravel
road for the trip to Gabriel with two single lane bridges to watch out for.
On arrival at Gabriel at 11.00 hrs the first duty was to refuel the Cherokee to
full. ($C 34.00) The second job was to park up and take a comfort break and also
to stretch my legs. I still have a long way to go.
Next port of call is the gas station at Manic 5. But first I have to negotiate
the twisty road down the front of the dam.
I didn’t waste any time on the road to the bottom of the valley, (There's an
awful lot of water behind that dam) crossed the bridge then made my way to the
high ground on the other side of the valley. It was then only a short drive to
the gas station and services. I arrived at the service area at 12.15hrs with the
odometer reading 4768kms. The Cherokee had consumed $C13.00 worth of fuel.
Next stop is the “Comfort Inn Hotel in Baie Comeau, hopefully without any hassle
over the pre-paid vouchers from “CANescapes”. If there are any problems I will
be writing to the Head Office of the Comfort Inn chain
From now on I will have much more company on the road. Mainly large trucks
hauling trees for the pulp and construction industries
One in front and one behind! I felt like a very thin filling in a sandwich for
the next 2hrs. Passing is almost impossible as the trucks are “LONG” and the
road is very twisty and undulating. Not a good idea!
The scenery is beautiful and I seem to have more time to look at it than I did
on the way north almost three weeks ago.
I arrived at the hotel at 16.10hrs local and checked in. OK so far, will wait
with bated breath to see what happens when I check out early in the morning.
The odometer is now reading 4986 and the Cherokee tank is full. Not only that I
have spent $C4.00 at the car wash and my trusty motor is now as clean as when I
got it.
It’s all paved roads to Halifax International Airport so the Cherokee should be
reasonably clean when I hand it in.
Returned to the hotel, I’m in a ground floor room as requested this time to save
me carrying my case up the stairs. Showered, changed and I then walked across
the highway to the “Buccaneer” restaurant for dinner. Enjoyed a beautiful
Lasagne followed by a portion of chocolate gateaux.
I am definitely having an early night as I have to be up at 05.00hrs tomorrow.
Tuesday 5th July 05
Yes I awakened at 05.00. Showered and dressed, re-packed my case and holdall
then lugged them out to the car. Returned to reception and checked out. Yes
another debate re my payment! However “I Won”.
I then set up the Sat/Nav; the satellites are locked in almost straight away.
I then made my way to a place called “Godboot” and a ferry terminal which is an
hour’s drive along the coast road.
The reason for the change of terminal is that I have to get the 08.00hrs ferry
and Godboot is where it sails from. I then have a two and a half hour ferry
crossing to Matane followed by a five-hour drive to Moncton. So it’s going to be
a long day!
The drive to Godboot was very quiet, but pleasant. I was one of the first to
arrive and by now the weather had changed for the worse, not raining but
drizzly. The St Lawrence was obscured by mist and I never saw a thing for the
whole of the journey. Paid for my ticket then had breakfast in the on-board
café.
Got off the boat at 11.00 and with the aid of the Sat/Nav found my way
southbound.
Again a very pleasant journey with the weather getting better the further south
I drove. I did however get held up quite a lot due to the considerable number of
MAJOR road works on the route.
Finally arrived at the “Rodd Park Inn” hotel at 18.30hrs Quebec time (19.30hrs
local) Checked in and got to my room. Phoned Des & Faye to check what time I was
expected. The answer was “NOW and your steak is going cold”. Had a quick shower
and got dressed then made my way to their home.
Had to apologise to them both re being later than expected due to road works.
The meal and company were equally delightful and thank you both. Left at 21.30
and made my way back to the Hotel.
Had a shower then straight to bed.
Wednesday 6th July 05
Didn’t get up until 08.00hrs. I only have a short drive of two and a half hours
to the “Airport Hotel” Halifax International Airport. Got all my bits packed
then went for breakfast.
I then sent off some e-mail messages from the free terminal in the hotel lobby.
One to Maggie in the USA, to update her on my progress. I just hope that more
hotels will make this facility available, as it is so useful.
I then cleared my room, loaded the Cherokee, then checked out and said farewell
to the really friendly and helpful staff. My first port of call was the gas
station across the road to fill up. I have to return the vehicle full anyway.
The rental company will fill it up and bill my Visa anyway, but the less they
have to put in the more control I have over what I’m paying out in my absence.
Finally departed Moncton at 10.37hrs and had a pleasant journey south.
I made good time and the Sat/Nav made sure I stayed on the right road. So with
time to spare I decided to find exactly where the “Dollar Rental” site was
located at the airport terminal. Found it with no problems and introduced
myself. I asked what the earliest time for checking the vehicle in would be and
was told “07.00hrs”. That is great as my flight tomorrow leaves at12.45 and I
have to be checking in at least 3hrs before. I then crossed back over the
highway to the Hotel location. Guess what? There is an “Aviation Museum” right
next door within walking distance. I checked into the hotel at 13.30hrs. I have
a lovely room and there is also an appealing looking outdoor pool. I put my hand
in to test the temp, I think not!
So I got a shower and changed then walked to the Museum. Spent two and a half
hours browsing then walked back to the hotel.
I then sat down and concentrated my mind on what and when I had things to do
tomorrow. Made sure I had all my documentation in order and available for rental
company, airline and emigration/customs people.
I then decided to check out the Cherokee instead of leaving everything until
tomorrow. I emptied my 5ltr gas can into the tank and will give the can to
whoever signs the vehicle in. I still have no scratches, dents, stone chips or
broken glass. So I hope it stays that way overnight in the car park
By now my stomach was starting to complain, so I got washed to get rid of the
smell of petrol then went to the restaurant for dinner. I ordered “Fish and
chips” and I’ve got to admit they were delicious and the service was splendid.
By now I am feeling rather jaded so I retired to my room to watch some local
television. Watched for an hour then switched off. TV and myself!
Thursday 7th July 05
Got my lazy self out of bed at 07.30, showered, dressed (comfortable for air
travel) then went for breakfast. Had a bigger breakfast than usual, as the time
of my next meal is an unknown quantity.
Went back to my room, cleaned teeth then packed everything away, checked out at
the front desk then made my way to the car park and loaded up the Cherokee.
Checked around and was pleased to see it was still undamaged.
I then drove the 3kms to the airport, found my way into the rental car returns
area and parked in the “Dollar Rental” area. The odometer now reading 5783kms.
My total driving distance is 5783 –1486 = 4,297kms.
I now find that I have to pay an extra $C10.00 to hand the vehicle in at the
airport! Nice one. Plus I have a half tank of gas to pay for as in the
agreement. The rental people were suitably impressed at the condition of the
vehicle in light of where it had been. I unloaded my baggage, said my farewells
and walked across the road to the Terminal Building. Checked in at 10.45 &
checked my luggage thro security, got my ticket and moved to departure area for
Gate 28.
My Continental Airlines flight = CO2987 should have departed at12.45 but was
delayed to 13.15. The inbound flight had been delayed at Newark International.
Arrived at Newark, Terminal C 14.30. Found my way to the “Air train” for my
journey to the rental car area. The Air train is a development of a British
invention, which once again we Brits did not invest in. “The Linear electric
propulsion system.”
Having arrived at the “National Car Rental” office and checked in I was sent off
to where all the cars were parked. I then phoned my friend at her office to let
her know I had in fact arrived and was getting my vehicle. She was so kind to
suggest that I would possibly get lost, but if I did I should phone her on her
mobile and she would rescue me.
I had the choice of 20 compact cars! I decided on a Gold Pontiac and loaded my
luggage. I then set up my Sat/Nav only to find the cigar lighter socket had no
power! I asked if it could be fixed and the guy suggested that I take another
car. In fact he said to take the car he had just put into the line up. A brand
new Chevy Cobalt. It only had 10 miles on the milometer. So I transferred my
baggage and Sat/Nav into the Chevy. Double-checked that I hadn’t left anything
in the Pontiac, and was just about to drive off when I realised I still had the
Pontiac keys!! So a quick turn around and put the keys back into the right car.
I then parked out in the open for a while and read the drivers handbook whilst
the Sat/Nav found its satellites. I then keyed in Maggie’s home address and the
system plotted the route and the nice voice told me which way to go. I then
drove to the exit gate where the paperwork was checked and the nice young man
pointed out the direction to the Interstate highway.
Having safely navigated my way thro the mass of junctions I was on the route to
Chester New Jersey. TomTom and I only had one slight hiccup. There seemed to be
an extra road junction where I needed to turn right. The Sat Nav told me to turn
right, which I duly did. I then found that the voice was telling me to do a “U”
turn. No Chance! Drove into the small town, made a right at the traffic lights,
made another right into a small estate and turned round, back to the road and
turned right. This took me back to the traffic lights and the SAT/Nav was now
happy with where I was going. Got back to the Interstate and sure enough about a
quarter mile along the road was a second junction where I was told to turn off
to the right.
This time there was no problem. My dear friend Maggie had warned me that the
turn into the local road where she lived was difficult to spot. Yes it was but
the Sat/Nav showed it clearly. Driving thro lovely wooded country on winding
roads. But you should see the size of the houses!
I finally get told to turn left into what looks like a park. I hope this is the
right place, but I press on past the lake and the houses and sure enough there
is a sign for No10. I made my way slowly along the private drive way and sure
enough there were the big electrically operated gates. I pushed the button on
the post and lo and behold the gates opened. The sign say’s “These gates close
automatically after 30 seconds”. Please do not stall the engine Lynne.
I had driven about halfway along the drive when I spotted Maggie, Ilona and the
two dogs. I hadn’t expected Maggie to get here so quickly from work. After lots
of hugs they made me welcome to their magnificent home.
Thank you “TomTom” for getting me here in good time. Although’ I had the route
mapped out I certainly wouldn’t have got here so easily and as quick. Had a
really great evening with loads to talk about. I gave Maggie the Sterling Silver
“Vulcan” that I have made as a memento of my visit.
Friday 8th July 05
Spent the morning with Ilona, Maggie at work in the city. I made lunch whilst
Ilona finished her packing ready for a 2month vacation in Europe.
Maggie arrived home just after lunch to take Ilona to the airport and I went
along with them. After Ilona had gone into the departure area Maggie told me we
were going into New York to meet with another person I had met previously in the
UK.
This was a pleasant surprise and we enjoyed a lively conversation at his
apartment in West New York for about an hour. These two had obviously been
hatching a plot as the next thing I know we are walking along the waterfront,
then along a couple of blocks and finally into the subway system.
We emerged from the subway at the site of the 9/11 disaster. It was eerie to say
the least. From there we walked to the Chinatown where we enjoyed a fabulous
7-course meal in a restaurant they knew! From there Ken led us to the Italian
Quarter for Ice crème and coffee. To say I was “stuffed” would be somewhat of an
understatement!
From there we walked for what seemed like miles along 5th Avenue. I don’t know
if I could get used to being penned in by all the tall buildings. We then got
back into the subway my mind was reeling with all the info I had been fed.
When we emerged from the subway, having travelled back under the Hudson River it
had started to rain and the wind had got up. I tried to get some pictures of the
Manhattan skyline but I suffered from handshake and the pictures are somewhat
blurred. The clouds were down really low and the top of the Empire State
building was obscured.
We finally made it back to where Ken lived. We said our farewells and Maggie and
I sat in the car until Ken had gone indoors. We then made our way back to
Maggie’s home. We got back at 23.00hrs and I then slept like a log.
Saturday 9th July 05
Awoke at 06.00 to find both dogs lying asleep by my bed. Maggie says I must be
special, as the dogs never make friends with newcomers normally.
The weather is looking more promising than of late, the sun is shining for a
change. After breakfast we have to take “Sparky” (one of the dogs) to the Vets.
Whilst we are out we have to get some bones from the butcher for them.
During the conversation when I first arrived Maggie had said she has some “Dry
Stone walling” to do in the garden. So I offered my services, having done some
in the past. So today I asked if we were going to get some more done in the
place she had already started building.
Maggie decided that it would be better if we drove to Chester to the supermarket
for some food. Then in a moment of madness she decided to take me for a visit to
the “most expensive shopping mall” in North America. “Short Hills Shopping Mall”
is the place in question. All the worlds most expensive shops are located there
and the cars on display in the mall are Bentley and top of the range Porsche
cars.
Maggie admitted it was a dangerous place for her to visit, but couldn’t resist
buying a really stylish jacket for work.
From there we drove back home via some of the more expensive real estate! We’re
talking up to $6 million!
Maggie is rather upset that she has to go out this evening for a previously
arranged birthday party. I said not to worry the dogs and I will look after
everything. I have been instructed to help myself to anything and that her home
is my home. I spent a lot of time watching the “Humming Birds” feeding
I phoned David Braithwaite and left a message for him giving him my mobile
number re our scheduled meeting on Monday. We are meeting to discuss family
history, and he wants to copy some of the info from my privately printed books
that I have brought with me.
Maggie got back home at 23.00hrs and we sat and chatted until midnight.
Sunday 10th July 05
I got up at 08.00 after having my face licked by Sparkie! Went downstairs and
let the dogs out. Then had breakfast before going into the garden to fill the
birdbath. I wandered round the garden looking for the wild birds for a while.
When I went back into the house Maggie was in the kitchen having a bite to eat.
It was then the phone rang, it was Ken and he is on his way over! So it now
seems that the dry stonewalling is off the schedule.
After he arrived we sat and drinks on the deck whilst they decided what we
should do. In the end Maggie drove us to a place on the Delaware River where
there is a small town on either side connected by a bridge. It seems to be the
place to be seen whilst riding your Harley Davidson or driving your sports car
fitted with a BIG V8 engine.
The two towns are “Lambertville” in New Jersey and “New Hope” across the bridge
in Pennsylvania.
Lambertville is where we parked. The weather is scorching hot! But we walked
around the town, which seems to be totally composed of antique shops, old
bookshops and cafés. We called at a roadside café that had once been a railway
station complete with tracks and is now a café/bar. My two hosts have decided it
is time to sup. So we got a table under the awning, but almost on the roadside.
I was surprised to see also a canal system running alongside the old railway,
but also unused. Ken and Maggie are a mine of information.
So I was plied with the local history of the area whilst we had our meal.
We then walked along the main street to the bridge that crosses the Delaware
River. As we were crossing the bridge Ken did a little wind up job on me! In a
loud voice he said. “This is where we threw you British out of America”. I
couldn’t let him get away with that so replied equally loudly “There aren’t
enough Americans here to throw this Brit out”. You should have seen the looks on
the faces of some of the people around us. It’s a good job we were both
laughing.
On arrival at “New Hope” on the other side I was amazed at the difference in the
makeup of the place.Much more outgoing and worldly!
Yet another canal system and railway. Both seem to be in a much better state of
preservation tho. In fact there was a loud whistle announcing the arrival of one
of the preserved trains that operates on the line that terminates here.
After browsing the shops a while I am now definitely of the opinion that this is
much more brash than their neighbour across the river! A “Transvestite Boutique”
amongst other more outgoing shops.
This is of course where the motorised posers drive round town then back across
the bridge, seemingly time after time.
By now we are all feeling rather jaded so make our way back across the bridge
and to the car.
It didn’t take very long for the Mercedes air con to cool us down as we made our
way back to Maggie’s place.
Maggie loves cooking and made a really splendid meal for us. I was despatched
with Ken to the kitchen garden to collect peas, beet, carrots and herbs. I then
sat and podded the peas for her. After that the kitchen was effectively off
limits to Ken and I.
We had dinner on the deck. The meal was exquisite and the company second to
none.
Ken then had to make tracks home to New York, as he didn’t want to make the
journey in the dark. I said my farewell and wished him a safe journey.
Maggie and I then just sat and chatted about the day and all manner of things
before it was time for bed. I finally put my head on the pillow at 23.00hrs.
Monday 11th July 05
Maggie is at work today and I am meeting with David Braithwaite at 10.00hrs in
the “Mount Olive Public Library” which is about 30 miles North west of here.
Maggie had searched the local maps on her laptop last night and had printed off
the route. Turned out to be not that easy!
Maggie left at 07.30 and I left at 09.00hrs.
To put it truthfully “I got lost” and the Sat/Nav didn’t want to know! I finally
pulled in at a gas station to ask directions. One of the customers who just
happened to be a retired Law Officer very kindly offered to show me the way. He
was going past the library so said to follow him.
We pulled into a parking lot in front of a building, which was definitely not in
use. He read a poster on the front door and came to me and said not to worry.
The new library is now in operation and to follow him.
I just a few minutes there was a really impressive new Library building in front
of me. I parked and locked the Chevy then walked across to where he had parked
to thank him very much for his help.
He asked me where in England I was from? He had spent time over here in the
military. He was also fascinated to hear I was meeting with one of my namesake
from PA. He then saw some of his family who just happened to be at the library.
I said farewell and headed to the library entrance. As I approached it there was
a gentleman standing looking in my direction. I knew from his photograph that
this was David.
I said! “David Braithwaite I presume”? He laughed and said, “I guess your
Lynne”?
We retired into the coolness of this very impressive new library facility where
we spent two hours discussing family history. His family had left Yorkshire for
Canada in the early 1800’s. From there the family moved to the USA where David
lives today. (East Stroudsburg PA)
He was able to photocopy the chapter from my book of the “Braithwaite’s”
regarding the Catterick branch of the family from whom his family could be
descended.
It was indeed a truly memorable meeting and I’m so glad that it had become
possible. The very fact that he lived so close to where Maggie’s home is was
truly amazing.
What also transpired was that he too had difficulty finding this new library.
However it was well worth it.
As we were leaving the building we asked another gentleman who was also leaving
if he would be so kind as to take a couple of pictures of David and myself with
my camera. The result is above.
We finally took our leave, resolving to stay in touch through the Internet, and
of course mail. I set off back south towards Chester and David headed west to
PA.
Drove back to Maggie’s without any problems. Did one or two jobs for her and
played with the dogs for while. In fact I think they played with me, as I seemed
to be giving them lots of treats.
Maggie got home about 18.00hrs looking quite tired. We had a lazy evening and my
last one here. Tomorrow morning Maggie is going in to work early so that she can
lead me straight to the Rental Car Returns gate at the airport. She is a love.
Got most of my packing done this evening, as I don’t want a last minute flap
tomorrow. Seeing that I have a guide tomorrow I can pack all the Sat/Nav
equipment. My case feels an awful lot heavier going home. I hope it’s not a
problem.
Tuesday 12th July 05
Got up at 05.30! Had a shower, I had my back to the shower head and when I
turned round I saw that Sparkie had his head round the shower curtain and was
watching me. Kinky dog. I got dressed and carried all my belongings downstairs,
trying not to make too much noise and waken Maggie. I was having breakfast when
she came through to the kitchen looking more like a catwalk model than someone
off to work. But that’s Maggie’s MO. She picked up an apple and said, “That’s my
breakfast”.
I then loaded the Chevy, had a last look round to make sure I hadn’t left
anything and made a quick fuss of the dogs. I’m sure Sparkie sense’s I’m
leaving. Well that’s it. I said my farewell and a big thank you to Maggie and
made her promise to visit if she found herself in the UK. Have to do it now, as
we won’t get chance at the airport. Both cars are ready for the off and I follow
Maggie down the driveway
I had my work cut out following Maggie along the Interstate and roads leading to
the airport, as it is now commuter time. However she got me to the right place
then waved goodbye, I turned left into the rental car return entrance and she
rejoined the melee to get to her place of work. Thanks Maggie you’re a dear.
I had no problems handing the car in, got all my luggage accounted for. The lady
checked the car and mileage gave me a slip of paper and pointed me in the right
direction for the office.
The lady at the checkout desk was surprised how little mileage I had done and
when I briefly explained my visit she rewrote the agreement and I paid cash for
the small amount of fuel I had used. That was really kind. She then showed me to
the elevator to the “Aircar” system that will take me to Terminal “C” where I
catch my “Express Jet” flight to Halifax NS.
I checked in at the departure desk at 09.45hrs. I then made my way to the
departure lounge and waited there for my flight at 11.45. I was then able to
relax, I phoned Maggie at work to say another big thank you. Had to leave a
message, she must be busy.
It was finally time to board our aircraft. Another Embraer - 135 but not as new.
But it operates at 35.000ft and is comfortable. In fact I have 3 seats to myself
at the rear. Rather more comfort than the 6th Seat in a Vulcan at 49,000 ft!
We arrived at Halifax at 11.40 local, got thro Customs and Immigration OK then
made my way to the Main Terminal building rest area. This is the only time it is
awkward being on ones own. You cannot leave your luggage unattended yet you
cannot carry a tray full of food and drink. However the young man who served me
solved the problem, he carried the tray to my table, so the one-dollar bills in
my pocket came in handy after all. I enjoyed a large bowl of soup and bread roll
+ the obligatory pot of tea.
Time is now starting to drag; I seemed to spend ages before I was able to check
in for the Thomas Cook flight. Finally myself, and a huge number of people by
now, were able to check our luggage in. My worries about the weight of my case
were unfounded. I’m glad to say.
I then had a 2hr wait in the departure lounge for TC Airline Flight TCX33L to be
called forward. Whilst waiting I phoned Lynda on my mobile phone to let her know
that everything was on schedule.
We hauled out of Halifax on board the Boeing B757-200 and I couldn’t believe my
luck. I had three seats (27ABC) to myself. So once we were cruising at 37,000ft
it was shoes off, 2 pillows and a blanket and shuteye until feeding time.
Five hours later we arrived in Manchester Terminal 1 at 05.00hrs local. We
actually landed 10mins early, well done that crew and a convenient “Jet Stream”.
I finally got my case from the carousel and made my way thro customs and
immigration without any problems. I then made my way out and Roy was there,
waiting for me. Was I ever pleased? “Yes”.
It was then a one-hour journey back to Morecambe in the BMW. I arrived at No10
at 06.25hrs absolutely tired out. Thanks Roy.
Well its now back to reality. Petrol £5.00/gallon!!!! Oh to be back in the UK.
Litter and rubbish all over the place!!!!
It’s been a lovely vacation and a dream come true.
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