Icebergs off Torbay
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Icebergs off Torbay
The CBC has a gallery of iceberg off of Torbay Bight..
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Re: Icebergs off Torbay
I did hear about them but have not made it out yet to see them. Marc saw one a few days ago though.
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'I feel very lucky': Man who fell from Torbay cliff warns of dangers on trails.
A guy after my own heart. This guy was following the siren call of the icebergs but Torbay has a deadly allure even without such obvious attractions. In the month I spent living beside the bight of Torbay I found myself constantly drawn to explore its rocky shores and grassy hills.
The leftside of the shore had a long series of half-submerged boulders that you could hop down. I was able to make to the very end of this and found an iron spike driven into the last rock. The water was crystal clear and I was entranced with how it swelled and drained throught the teeth of these boulders, so I put my back against one rock and legs against another and wedged myself so I could take some photos of ocean floor. At some point during this final photo-op I realized that I had spent at least 45 minute making my way down these rocks and another 20 minutes just getting to them, the water was deep, freezing and rushing amongst giant rocks that I would never be able to climb back on if I slipped. I did't panic but I remembered what the outside edges of panic felt like. There are a few spot on the rock trail where you need to actually fully jump between rocks - these jumps were far easier on the way out than the way in.
My adventures on the long grass-cliff of the right-side felt even more dangerous. There were paths and I had seen ATV taking some of the trails but the grass was slick, the ground was very uneven, multiple drainage stream (both above ground and hidden beneath) keep washing the soil away, and the very steepness of the cliff meant that you rarely know what was below the edge you were approaching - a long drop to sea or a short drop to a rocky shelf. I remember having to scamper up a steep patch of slick eroding grass with a more or less fatal fall awaiting me if I started tumbling back, then after the scamper I had make my way through chest-high grass while the ground was basically bowling ball-sized rocks and streams. I did manage to make it to the end of the peninsula through cliff trials but I took paved streets to get back.
A guy after my own heart. This guy was following the siren call of the icebergs but Torbay has a deadly allure even without such obvious attractions. In the month I spent living beside the bight of Torbay I found myself constantly drawn to explore its rocky shores and grassy hills.
The leftside of the shore had a long series of half-submerged boulders that you could hop down. I was able to make to the very end of this and found an iron spike driven into the last rock. The water was crystal clear and I was entranced with how it swelled and drained throught the teeth of these boulders, so I put my back against one rock and legs against another and wedged myself so I could take some photos of ocean floor. At some point during this final photo-op I realized that I had spent at least 45 minute making my way down these rocks and another 20 minutes just getting to them, the water was deep, freezing and rushing amongst giant rocks that I would never be able to climb back on if I slipped. I did't panic but I remembered what the outside edges of panic felt like. There are a few spot on the rock trail where you need to actually fully jump between rocks - these jumps were far easier on the way out than the way in.
My adventures on the long grass-cliff of the right-side felt even more dangerous. There were paths and I had seen ATV taking some of the trails but the grass was slick, the ground was very uneven, multiple drainage stream (both above ground and hidden beneath) keep washing the soil away, and the very steepness of the cliff meant that you rarely know what was below the edge you were approaching - a long drop to sea or a short drop to a rocky shelf. I remember having to scamper up a steep patch of slick eroding grass with a more or less fatal fall awaiting me if I started tumbling back, then after the scamper I had make my way through chest-high grass while the ground was basically bowling ball-sized rocks and streams. I did manage to make it to the end of the peninsula through cliff trials but I took paved streets to get back.
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