Children, of all ages, have a fascination with rocks. They play in the sand, collect pebbles, toss or throw smaller rocks as far as they can or try and skip flat stones on the water. I ‘ve seen smaller children, lift rocks and say “look how strong I am.” They hop on and jump from rock to rock, in the rivers and shallow water. Many of us have done the same thing and who hasn’t, as we get older, tried to skip rocks or show our children or grand-children to do the same.
I recall, turning over rocks, looking for worms and damming a small stream to make a place to swim. Rocks were rolled onto the banks of ponds, lakes or rivers to make a diving rock. Also, they were rolled out into the water for the same purpose.
Then, there are and were rocks to climb and hang out on. They were usually called “the big rock.” The big rocks always looked smaller as we grew older but we always found a bigger rock. I have photos of some of my “big rocks” on the blog or on various pages of the site. Our grandchildren are now finding their own rock. What stories those rocks could tell? Are you listening??
Comments are welcome or please feel free to share a story or a photo of “your favorite rock”
I dropped by The Nippard’s home, on Lodge rd. to get a photo of the rock, to the left of their home. They are not sure if there is a name on it. When I went to the old Queen Elizabeth Regional High School I believe we called it The Big Rock. It is near The Busseys fence. If this rock could talk. Got a story to share.
According to a story, from their neighbor, a gentlemen lost an engagement ring, while he was on the rock, and never fond it.
I keep searching the internet for photos that bring inspiration and awe, especially photos from Newfoundland Labrador photographers. The following is a link to a Panoraimo. I found this site while searching for information on “chisel hill.”
Today, my son and I went to visit some places we went fishing (trouting, trout’n) and hunting a number of years ago. Also,we were looking for signs of moose and or coyotes. Struck out!
We went to The Salmonier Line, The Towers in Holyrood and The Witless Bay Line. As you can guess, from the domain name and the blog/site title, that I would try and get pictures of rocks and rock formations. Click on each image to enlarge.
Split Rock Witless Bay Line.
This the split rock on the path about 1/4 mile from the road. Jeff set the timer but I moved too soon.
Split Rock by the side of the road Nature’s Interesting art work
Balancing act across the pond The Molt? Not sure of spelling
The Holyrood Towers View
Looking West Holyrood Harbour
Looking Southwest This is the white ball you see on the mountain
Dropped by my sister’s house and we walked the trailway from Rideout’s Rd to Dunn’s Hill Rd. A short but enjoyable walk. They have this large rock on the side of their house and an old rock wall on the other side.
One of my more enjoyable walks is on the trailway that is adjacent to the ocean in Conception Bay South. A big congratulations to whomever is responsible for the upkeep of this portion of the trailwway. It makes for a great walk. I would encourage those who have dogs to use doggy bags. Unfortunately there will always be a few who try and vandalize the trail.
The salty air is refreshing and the sound of the waves, breaking on the beach rocks, makes for an interesting walk. The photos are from my walk today.
Only a couple of people on the trail today. Weather was cold with a few flurries. There was a jogger, singing loudly along with his iphone. He was oblivious to us. In his own world!
Manuel’s River is where we spent many summer days. We swam in bubble pond, the flats, the falls below the bridge and up in the canyon. We fished for trout from the flats to Paddy’s Pond, tried to climb as many cliffs as possible and just lazed around walking the banks and the river. We would cross the river, where the first bridge is at and climb the bank to Brent Bergs for ice cream or a soft serve.
Enjoy the photos.
The picture, below the tree roots, is looking down to what we called Berg’s Scrape. This was a good place for trouting and Berg’s dump was just above. Before garbage collection, many people had a dump somewhere on their property. I worked at Ted Butler’s store and he had a dump, at the back of his property, prior to Rideout’s picking up the garbage.
The photo on the bottom right is the cliff above bubble pond. We could look at the sea trout in bubble pond, from the cliff. Also, we would throw rocks and see how far we could throw them. One day we were doing this and we didn’t see Father Jackman. He was reading his bible as he walked the grassy path. The area was a grassy field when we were children. He didn’t show any sign that he had heard us but we ran so he wouldn’t know who it was. We aren’t of the Catholic faith but Father Jackman was always friendly and said hello to us.
I recall, when I was around ten years old, trying to climb the cliff which is shown on the picture above the sign. My brother Sam and our friend Johnny got to the top but I got stuck on a ledge. They were a couple of years older. Both of them came back down and helped me get down off the ledge.