Paul going aboard the Iceberg Hunter, the one hour passenger ferry from Mary's Harbour to Battle Harbour, Labrador.
Paul's wearing his cool new yellow sweater Dottie bought for him in Ireland a month ago.
Leaving Mary's Harbour.
Common whales of Newfoundland. We especially like the name of the one in the upper right corner...
Around 8pm we approach a very foggy Battle Harbour.
We had a fine Atlantic Salmon dinner for two at the Battle Harbour dining hall.
Our home for 24 hours, the former RCMP cottage.
Paul and Dot in front of their RCMP cottage.
The RCMP "cottage" actually has 4 lovely bedrooms, modern kitchen and bath.
Battle Harbour view.
More Battle Harbour.
The "salt warehouse" built on pilings. The salt was critical to Battle Harbours fisheries.
Paul chews the fat with an old timer.
One of the many store houses featured here an antique commercial scale and saw.
This is where the "big man" kept the little man down...
There are no roads on Battle Harbour Island, just walkpaths.
Dottie can't resist her morning coffee with a bunch of fishermen.
The buildings where built like a brick ship house.
The knee supports (like on an old ship) still hold these building up after 150 years.
Old fishery building looking onto the wharf.
This rack was used for drying cod.
In 1909 at Battle Harbour using the Marconi radio tower Robert Peary told the world he was the first person to reach the north pole. (Many people dispute his claim).
The signature and largest man in the photo is Frank Lewis, the chief merchant of Battle Harbour in the 1880's.
Salt cart for the salt cod.
Door preserved with a wash of natural seal oil and clay.
An old room with an even older view.
Example of pilings that hold old buildings up in the harbour.
The cheerful main dock.
Dottie tries to blend in.
A cork filled rope "fender" like the old boats used.
An underwater telescope/fish finder. Dottie is convinced it's an antique viewmaster.
A nice summer day down at the dock.
The wooden flat is not a helicopter pad, it's where they used to dry the cod in the sun.
Lovely path to the other end of town.
Old boat.
Old ways in an old town.
Buildings awaiting restoration.
Wildflowers in a wild section of town.
More houses in Battle Harbour.
House undergoing restoration.
The Church, the first building that was restored and still in use to this day. Notice the outdoor restrooms.
General store/reception center. The current nerve center of the island.
The Battle Harbour Inn.
Over the hill the landscape quickly resembles an uninhabited land.
The landscape changes every few feet.
In the 1970's a small plane crashed on the island. This is the remnants of the wreckage.
Our ferry is ready to take us away...
The weather turned beautiful after a frigid August morning.
Paul can't resist showing his sweater off one more time. Aaarrrggg!!!