At the advice of the fine residents of Pouch Cove we left the areas circling the the northern tip en route to Bauline. On the way we caught our first experience of the infamous Newfoundland fog. Although it was in no way obstructing our views its effects cast a welcomed improvement to the scenery. The fog hung so impressively over a grave yard that it merited a photo. The embedded photo does not do it justice. Before reaching the small community we came upon Bauline's harbour. Notice the very well worn sign of L' Argents Atlantic Ltd. It's keeper, we affectionately named Willie, was a very interesting looking character. He walked with a serious sideways limp, as though one leg was shorter than the other. While we watched him, he transitioned from the old chair of his small workstation to greet a small vessel of fisherman. As he walked over we started to understand how his limp may have come to be. The dock was slanted in the same direction as his limp. I wondered to myself how many times he walked this 100-150 yards route. Hazards of the profession I guess. Check out the character in this face. I had to capture this from afar, as I did not wish to interfere with the ceremony.
After this we made are way to the residential part of Bauline. Not unlike any other little village in Newfoundland this one sported colourful proud looking houses build on uneven ground. Being right at the edge of the ocean this one was more beautiful and scenic than most. We experienced two boys playing soccer literally feet from the ocean cliff, residents out for a two minute stroll tot he neighbours and a shirtless older man splitting wood. The shirtless man probably provided the biggest laugh of the whole trip. Although it is sure to be one of those 'you had to be there' moments, lets just say our brief wordless interaction scared the bejesus out of us and signaled the end of the Bauline experience for us.
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