Like the salmon she had given herself but a few weeks to find the spring that nourished her beginnings, to lay the eggs of her dreaming, that may, with the passion of life to perpetuate itself, hatch and grow as a tangible part of days still to come. As if echoing her thoughts a magnificent silver and black fish leapt high into the air, splashing back into the water with that undeniable exuberance that neverfailed to excite. That always brought her a sense of hope at the powerful resilience of nature, despite all the rampant toxicity of human carelessness, to celebrate the wonder of life itself.
Nine glorious days in our cabin, the Blue Charm Inn, and we are transported into a blissful state. The weather is hot and sticky and the lake is refreshing, like swimming through cool, wet silk. A few days in and the salmon begin their striving up the river, porpoising and somersaulting in front of our windows all day and intothe moon light.
Fresh trout for lunch. Easy conversations on languid afternoons with our neighbours who drop by in their boats to reconnect after their long, harsh winter. This is the summer of our content.
Then a few days touring further north into iceberg territory, Twillingate, Tizzard’s Harbour and Leading Tickles. Meeting lovely women along the way who cook us cod tongues, tell stories of ancestors and provide warm hospitality in Blue Jay B & B.
At Glover Habour we come eyeball to eyeball with a replica of a giant squid that washed up on shore in 1878 – oh wondrous animal of the deep.
Now we are on our way to Gander Airport to pick up our Australian friends, Susie and Greg, who have bussed up from St John’s.
Then it is back into the wilderness of Central Newfoundland and the Blue Charm Inn.