Today and yesterday.

CBC radio news had lots of updates on the grounding of the McNally Olympic over the weekend. Have not heard any updates today, the tug Jerry Newberry is still at the dock here.

As you can see by this Google image it is very remote and rugged up there. The barge is supposed to be aground 10 Kilopmeters SW of Hebron on Harp Peninsular. That must be one of those at the entrance to Hebron Fjord, a very sensitive area indeed.
The weekend reports changed from morning to morning, one minute the barge was reported to be breached and oil was thought to be dispersed by the wave action. Then it was reported that there was no breach and no sign of any contamination in the water.
This could be a legitimate confused assessment by the authorities considering the local, or one could take it with a grain of salt. It would be nice for the people here if the Nunatsiavut Government people could offer up some thoughts on the situation

The abandoned village of Hebron has immense historical and cultural value for the Inuit of Labrador. The Moravian church building has been undergoing extensive renovations and restoration the last couple of years. While Hebron is outside the Torngat National Park Reserve it is Inuit land with great tourist value, among the other values already mentioned.










Seems I am getting hits from some strange places of late, but it is nice to know I’m being looked over by the great spirits.

Also getting noticed from down Richmond way. As a kid we used to go for many Sunday drives up that way, very rural and historical area back then. Always got a kick out of passing the air base, looked forward to seeing many types of planes.

As a teenager I remember the golf course [bottom right of Google map] very well. It looks like the layout has changed, but one Sunday a bunch of us went out for a round. That bloody lake took about 7 of my golf balls. There was a par 3 with a raised green; you had to play over the water. It was not that difficult a hole, for whatever reason I got psyched out, better yet my playing partner’s psyched me out. I just kept putting ball after ball into the water, my buddies were rolling around on the tee in hysterical laughter for quite some time, bastards!