Newfoundland Autumnal Potpourri
Baie Verte, Route 404/405, Corner Brook & Stephenville, Newfoundland
There was a lull in my life for a bit, where I didn't take much vacation & I didn't have much motivation to get very far away from Corner Brook.
I was still going to the odd place like Cape Anguille - and taking pictures of idled Intrepids - but I wasn't getting much done in the way of grand tales.
For some reason I went to Baie Verte.
I had wanted to check on the abandoned Loyal Orange Lodge in Nippers Harbour, but I seriously doubt I would have drove 258km (161mi) just for a small fraternal lodge.
Well actually I would drive that distance...but only if I knew the interior was accessible.
Which it wasn't in Nippers Harbour.
As with many other decaying buildings in Newfoundland, someone in the community inherits the building & turns it into storage for their crab and/or lobster traps.
After driving the 15km gravel road to Nippers Harbour, I couldn't say it was a complete bust. The town is scenically perched atop rocky cliffs jutting into the ocean & there are a few old churches still surviving amongst the town's other structures (there was also a lighthouse here, but it was torn down 40 years ago).
St. Mark's Anglican Church grabbed my attention, as I noticed the sign telling me that it is on the province's Register of Historic Structures.
As Nicole & I walked around St. Mark's, an older man came out and told us to check out the inside as well. I was initially confused, but he told me to pull on the front door harder, as it wasn't actually locked shut.
He even pointed at the ladder in the back of the church and let me know that I should go up to see the old bell.
Once I climbed down, he seemed to be sharing interesting facts, but combined, Nicole & I could only understand about 50% of what he was saying (he had a mean Newfoundland accent).
My picture folder from this time also has a bunch of pictures of Corner Brook - which is usually a sign that I'm fixing to take pictures of something, but not getting on the road very much.
Anyway, this is West Street, which I guess you can call the main street in Corner Brook. There are streets with taller buildings and prettier views, but this best represents your typical main street.
(Seeing as it basically leads from the old mill workers' neighbourhood to the mill, I'd reckon that this is in fact the official main street.)
Then again this was the fall, so that might have been my motivation to walk around Corner Brook in search of building shots with colourful trees.
Like this shot of the Glynmill Inn, which is easily the most striking building in town. It was built as accommodations for the workers who built the paper mill in Corner Brook.
Although I don't have much use for a hotel in Corner Brook, I try to support the Glynmill by getting breakfast there every now & then.
Whereas it was sunny & colourful in Corner Brook, the next weekend was gloomy & wet in Stephenville.
The city that has delivered nearly as many abandoned buildings as the rest of Newfoundland, delivered again when I finally found these damn ammunition bunkers which I've sought for years.
I learned about them from a picture mapping website, but the location didn't make much sense when I drove by and didn't see any good roads going back to where the picture indicated the bunkers were. This had been bothering me for about 2 years until we were so bored around home, that we drove down to Stephenville & simply took every gravel road in the vicinity.
Ammunition bunkers are just empty rooms though. It's not as if the Americans left behind crates of flash bangs or scud missiles (I'd imagine they'd be gone/spent by now anyway).
It was 20 square empty rooms & one main room with a boiler.
Some locals had illegally dumped a few mattresses and old clothes washers into a few of the rooms as well.
Of course I had to roof the place.
Lastly, I also checked out a small highway network between Stephenville & the Codroy Valley.
There are a couple nice coastal hikes here, but with the dreary/wet conditions, we were relegated to checking out the communities by car & snapping pictures out of the window.
I did get to see one of the most dilapidated houses I've ever seen though. I would have went in for closer inspection, but it was literally in the yard of another house (a house which is probably harvesting the material & causing it to look so dilapidated.)
Not all of the houses down here were dilapidated, there were nice ones here & there as well.
There was also a big, garish McMansion which would normally disgust me; but it actually amusing because Nicole was so fired up instead. As best as I can explain it, Newfoundlanders have this feeling that this is their island and that they can criticize any developmental disturbance to the land - so therefore when someone builds an ugly McMansion on their island, they don't care for it and it gets them riled up.
As I said, I was amused.
Lastly, we pulled off the road into Cartyville, basically because I liked the name Cartyville & wanted a picture there.
Cartyville was made up of 15 houses, farmland and a bank - so this yellow house seemed the best thing to take a picture of.
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