Thursday, June 19, 2014
Betcha don't have one of these down the road...
I look forward to this every year. I'm pretty sure everyone in Newfoundland does, actually. How can you not get excited about these majestic, ancient chunks of ice that find their way into our backyards?! Some people might think that after seeing a few, you've seen them all... but that is so not true. From April to June, you never know when you're going to take a drive around town & spot a giant white spot in the water.
This berg here is literally just down the street from my house. I'm not even lying. Drive down to the other end of our street (the main street in this city) and, bam! Giant, magnificent ice beast!
And for the grand finale? Awwww yeahhhh. Now that is amazing.
Just kidding... I'm not done. Let's have a little blast from the past, way back to my first year in Newfoundland. I'll take you on a little journey back to 2008 when I was a leader of an awesome national youth leadership program called Katimavik. (Unfortunately, the gov't has sinced axed this amazing program that helped shape young people into awesomer older people...)
Part of the mandate of this national program, aside from learning relevant life skills, practicing a second language, and learning about our country's cultures, was to explore the province. I once had a participant put her feet in the ocean for the very first time in my presence; how cool (& bizarre) is that?! Anyway, one weekend we took a road trip to see more of the province. We visited some small towns &, lo and behold, we came across icebergs... the first icebergs of all of our lives! Holy smokes, was it ever exciting! And seeing tiny outport communities was a first for each of us, which left us almost equally awestruck.