The Big Down East Adventure Chapter 11

Answer:  St. John’s, Newfoundland

Question: Where are you sailing to this summer?

What started out as a dream became a reality.  Seventy-four days after leaving Toronto and almost 1800 nautical miles and countless adventures later, we arrived at the St. John’s Harbour Narrows, set between two impressive and historically significant headlands: Cape Spear and Signal Hill. 

Cape Spear is the eastern most point of North America – if you jumped in and swam in a straight line, you’d end up in Ireland. As we rounded the cape and the lighthouse came into view through the fog (surprise – it was foggy again!), a handful of tourists could be seen waving to us from shore.  Just two days later we were the tourists on shore as we visited the cape on land. Cape Spear is an interesting place to visit not just for the spectacular views of the sea (whale sightings are not uncommon), but also for its rich history.  Because of its proximity to shipping routes, Cape Spear served an important role in WWII as a gun battery, with two massive guns that disappeared inside the landscape and defended our coast.  The guns, bunkers and underground passages are still there and on display. 

Signal Hill is the more famous cape because it was here, in 1901, where Gugliemo Marconi received the first wireless radio signal sent between Europe and North America.  Today the hill offers miles of hiking trails with breathtaking views of rugged coastline and the city of St. John’s. 

Entering the Narrows and St. John’s harbour is far more complex than just showing up.  This is a commercial harbour that serves heavy industry and the Canadian Coast Guard base – pleasure craft are not their main customers.  All vessels entering the Narrows must call into Harbour Traffic Control to request permission and wait for clearance.  Additionally, we were also required to call the Harbour Authority, a separate entity, to request permission to dock and obtain a berthing location. 

While smaller boats (anything less than 200 feet) are certainly welcome, the facilities do not cater to them.  We were assigned Berth #8, a stretch of dock wall literally steps away from heart of the city and settled in between a commercial fishing boat and a magnificent 200-foot sailboat named Adele, that had just completed a transatlantic crossing.  The massive wharf consists of wooden piles layered with 3’ diameter tractor tires so in addition to putting out all our fenders, we added fender boards to prevent the fenders from getting caught inside the tires. Electricity is provided at the wharf; however, other services such as fresh water, washrooms or showers are not available.  We were careful with water consumption, so this meant buying bottled water for drinking and food prep and signing-up for a trial membership at a nearby fitness club so that we could use their showers. 

We were thrilled with our location on the dock with its easy access to the historic downtown district with countless shops, restaurants and the famous George Street bars.  St. John’s is built into the side of a mountain and the boat was obviously at sea level, so we got a daily workout walking up and down the streets. The harbour attracts tourists and locals alike, including bike riders, dog walkers, people just enjoying the view, and since we were the only pleasure boat in the harbour, we had many people drop by to say hi, ask where we are from and chat about their own boating adventures.

We spent 7 days in St. John’s, a few more than planned because we were between storms (Henri and Larry) causing strong winds and rough seas, but we filled our days exploring Newfoundland’s largest city.  Here are some highlights:

The Terry Fox Memorial stands at the base of Signal hill, celebrating this amazing Canadian hero.  Terry lost his leg to cancer when he was just 18 years old, and the age of 22, Terry set out to run approximately 8000 kms across Canada to raise awareness and money for cancer research.  Terry began his Marathon of Hope when he dipped is prosthetic leg in St. John’s Harbour on April 12, 1980. Sadly, on September 1, Terry was forced to end his run in Thunder Bay, Ontario, after completing 5,373 kms, the equivalent of more than 128 marathons in 143 days, when his cancer returned. Terry lived to see his goal of raising $1 for every person in Canada when donations topped $24.1 million before his death on June 28, 1981.  Today more than $850 million has been raised in Terry Fox’s name.

The Rooms Museum, perched at the top of St. John’s, not only offers breathtaking views of the city and its harbour, it is also a must-visit stop for anyone visiting this city.  It is a history museum, a natural history museum and an art museum, spread across different rooms and different levels.  It has impressive exhibits of the origins of Newfoundland, including the indigenous peoples that used to and still inhabit this land, the story of European conquerors and early settlers, confederation with Canada in 1949, participation in world wars to present day events. 

George Street is three blocks solid of bars and clubs and not surprisingly famous for its nightlife.  It comes alive every night of the week with throngs of young people, enjoying the festive atmosphere with live music coming from nearly every bar.  I estimate the average age of the patrons is 21, and as Allen ‘s and my kids are older than this, it wasn’t really our scene, but when in Rome….  One evening we ventured out to George Street, got a table at “Martini Bar” (correctly assuming the crowd may be a bit older) and enjoyed watching the street come alive. 

St. John’s is known for its vibrantly colored row houses, Jellybean Row.  These candy-coloured houses can be found throughout the city and have become a feature for tourism materials and every souvenir shop sells something with their image, from wine glasses to mailboxes. Despite the kitschiness of the trinkets, these houses are a must-see feast for the eyes. 

After 7 days of anxiously watching weather news, we had a small window of favorable wind and waves to get out of St. John’s and get to the final destination of this trip, the Royal Newfoundland Yacht Club in Conception Bay.  A tropical storm was brewing near Bermuda and forecasted to make landfall on the Avalon peninsula of Newfoundland, As the storm moved north, it was gaining speed and morphing into a full hurricane.  St. John’s Harbour was not a safe place to ride out a massive storm from the south, so we had to go fast to reach the yacht club in Conception Bay and begin preparing for a hurricane.