Cape Spear

 

We made it! To the easternmost point of Canada!  Here I am in front off the lighthouse at Cape Spears in actypical lousy selfie.

We headed to Cape Spears first thing in the morning when the Cape was blanketed in fog.  Good place to spot whales but not today.

 A couple of Newfoundlanders were picking berries but I couldn't figure out what they were.  We call them marshberries, she said, but I don't like them, they're too sour.  She let me try one, it looked like a small grape.

Ferns and berry bushes.

Later I googled marshberry and it's a kind of cranberry.  It was soft and clear but that's probably because it survived the winter.

Leo spotted a savannah sparrow.

The inside of the lighthouse was furnished they way it would have been when it was operated.

Gotta have sperm oil for the lighthouse lamp.

In olden times the lighthouse keeper would spot the ships coming into harbour and raise the ship's flag.  The signalman at Signal Hill would spot the flag  and raise another it on his flagpole.  Townspeople would see the flag and know what ship was coming into Port. They continue the tradition today.

Though the fellow said the folks at Signal Hill would be telephoning this morning because of the fog.