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CBS with a Bonafide Fisherman

In At home, Canada, Newfoundland on December 6, 2004 at 7:30 pm

On the Friday of the Fisheries show in St. John’s, my producer told me to go find a big boat and do an interview with the owner.  I found Dwight Petton who had brought his new fishing trawler to the harbour.  He said to come on down and take a look and I soon found myself on the deck of the Joyful Noise.  It was shiny and clean and I had to remove my shoes before heading inside.  The whole boat was impressive from my point of view but really, what do I know about fishing vessels?  I decided to stick to what I know and so in the interview I mentioned the bit about taking off my shoes.  The rest was mostly about the instruments he had to locate the fish, what he fished for, and how far he headed out to get his catch.  The piece aired on the Fisheries Broadcast that night and when I talked to him the next evening he said that when he got to his boat that afternoon there was a long line of people waiting to check out this boat that is so clean you can’t wear your shoes on board.  How’s that for audience’s paying attention?  That was my first introduction to the power of radio, when you can actually make people “see” what they’re hearing, they want more of it.

After the weekend finished up, in which I also got to co-host a live fisheries broadcast, Dwight extended an open invitation to visit him and his family in Port de Grave on Conception Bay South.  So after my trip around the Irish Loop I decided to head out and take him up on his offer.  First, though, I stopped in a small town en route.  I’ve been staying with Andrea, a cousin of John Crosbie, the infamous politician, and the entire Crosbie family has welcomed me into their fold.  David is another cousin who’s invited me to dinners with his friends so I would get to know other locals, and he had also offered an invitation to visit him in CBS.  We sat around his log house sipping tea and talking Newfoundland history.  I ended up staying longer than intended and when I finally got to Port de Grave, Dwight was waiting and had phoned the local constabulary to find out if I had crashed on my way.  We jumped in his truck for a tour, I thought it would just be a tour of the town, but the rest of the day was spent 4x4ing around the bay and heading up to crab plants on the north end.  He parked on the causeway and ran into the factory to grab some fresh crab cakes and I was fairly certain I would be blown away before he returned as the wind was so strong it almost tipped the truck over.  We stopped at a boatyard and got to check out a boat in production.  We ended with Chinese food at a local restaurant before heading back to his town to meet his wife and kids.  Since it’s the Christmas season the homes all glowed with coloured lights and the inside of his house was no different with a giant Christmas tree in the living room.  Judging by the size and quality of the homes the fishermen must be doing pretty well.

I drove back to St. John’s after 9pm and by that point the first storm of the season was settling in.  Visibility on the highway was almost zero and I had to slow to a crawl to avoid ending up in the ditch like the other 10 vehicles I passed on the way.  Fortunately I got back safely again, dropped off the car and made my way back to the house for one more week with Andrea before heading back to Toronto.  Really, this province is so beautiful if you ever get a chance to visit you really must do it.

A boat yard in Conception Bay South.

A view of the massive scaffolding up the side of a boat in repair.

One of the bluffs we drove on during the tour.

On the northern end of Conception Bay.

Driving the Irish Loop

In At home, Canada, Newfoundland on December 4, 2004 at 7:04 pm

Mathieu, the French CBC camerman, and I decided to check out the Irish Loop on one of my last weekends in St. John’s.  It follows the outline of the Avalon Peninsula after leaving St. John’s and goes through Ferryland, Trepassy Bay, and St. Mary’s Bay before heading back to tie the loop off back in St. John’s.  We spent a leisurely day driving south and landing in Trepassy for lunch at a restaurant situated in an Acco trailer on the main street of the town. I couldn’t understand a word the waitress said to us and after asking her to repeat her question it came out in a tumble of an Irish accent, “Oh ye poor dears.  Why don’t you warm yer feet while I git you a nice cup of Tetley’s?”

Afterwards we continued to St. Mary’s Bay where Mathieu endured my obsession with taking photos of dilapidated boats.  Soon afterwards the beautiful rugged scenery was clouded in and snow began to slowly fall.  We managed to get back into the city before the worst of it and I was soon snuggled safe and warm in my bed dreaming of the scenery and wonderful Newfoundland hospitality.

On the Eastern Edge of the World

In At home, Canada, Newfoundland on November 15, 2004 at 7:21 pm

I spent a great afternoon toodling around outside St. John’s with some friends from church.  They offered to take me along on their tour as they had the vehicle and so I gladly tagged along.  We headed to Cape Spear, the most easterly point in Canada.  We were able to go right up to the lighthouse and enjoy the view from south of the city.  Once again another spectacular day in beautiful country.

A Walk Up to Signal Hill

In At home, Canada, Newfoundland on October 16, 2004 at 6:35 pm

I’ve come to St. John’s, Newfoundland, for my two-month broadcast internship at the CBC.  I had originally wanted to go to Israel but CBC said “no” faster than I could ask.  I almost made it with CTV, the Middle East bureau chief said sure, it was fine, but the national office kaiboshed that as well.  I then decided if I couldn’t see that part of the world I should at least see my own country.  It was a choice between the Yukon, NWT, and Newfoundland.  St. John’s responded first so here I am.

My parents were telling friends I was heading out there so they passed along the name of a couple they knew there.  I got in touch and when I landed in St. John’s they were waiting for me.  Melanie took me back to their home where I would stay until I found other accommodation.  While we were talking over dinner it turned out she knew my brother from Waterloo days and I knew her best friend who had been a roommate of mine in Amsterdam 7 years earlier.  Every time I try to make my world bigger it closes in around me.  Anyhoo, intros over I set about finding a place to live.  Mel and her husband, Scott, had put my request in their church bulletin and within four days I was settled in a lovely home with an older woman.  I had the whole second floor of the house to myself and was only a 20 minute walk to the television studios.  Talk about an easy entry.

After about two weeks I finally had some time to explore so I decided to go for my first walk/hike and head towards Signal Hill.  The Saturday afternoon was a perfect autumn day, clear blue skies, crisp air and a strong wind.  I ran into one of the cameramen about 5 minutes into the walk and he pointed me in the direction of The Battery.  After that I headed around the bluff up to the top and Cabot Tower, and then along the ridge and down into Quidi Vidi.

What struck me more than anything about this walk was the ocean.  At home the Pacific is a beautiful, idyllic and summertime playground.  The Atlantic, on the other hand, looks like it wants to destroy you.  Standing and letting the sea air blow over me I couldn’t help but imagine how easy it would be to give in to the call of the sea.  It’s the wildness and unpredictability that draws a person in, it’s scary and magnificent.

St. John’s is beautiful and I’m so glad this ended up being my destination.  I’m going to make the most of my time here and explore whatever I can.