Over our years of cruising in Newfoundland, John and I have been the recipients of incredible generosity; however, the latest kindness bestowed on us may very well be the most moving of them all. It occurred on Fogo Island, a place much in the public eye lately due to the Fogo Island Inn.
We spent our first two days at Fogo Harbour, a fishing harbour on the north coast of Fogo Island, hiking the fantastic local trails in a very uncharacteristic heat and humidity wave.
On day three, feeling the effects of two days of hiking in the heat, we decided to take it a bit easier, opting for activities that required either sitting or gentle forays around town.
After a trip to the grocery store (okay, that walk wasn’t all that gentle, as I’m sure our packs weighed a ton each, but it was relatively short), we decided to visit two museums located on the opposite side of the harbour from where Morgan’s Cloud was moored.
We knew a front was imminent, but didn’t think it was going to happen that soon or be very dramatic. (Environment Canada radar doesn’t cover Fogo, so we couldn’t check on the rain. Now that’s living on the edge…literally!)
It was still so warm and humid when we left the boat, we went out in t-shirts and shorts. And, since were going to stay close by, we didn’t bother taking sweaters or rain gear. (You know where this is going, don’t you!)
When we exited the first museum, it was just starting to cloud over and there were a few spits of rain with slightly cooler temps, but it didn’t seem too bad, so we walked over to the second museum.
And then, while we were perusing historical artifacts from the early days in Fogo Harbour, it happened: torrential rain, a precipitous drop in temperature (from 24˚C down to 11˚C), a strong gusty north wind, and, let me not forget to mention, fog—in Newfoundland you can have gale force winds, rain and fog…a delightful combination!
Yikes! The 15-minute walk back to the boat was starting to look more like a marathon! But, nothing if not intrepid, we steeled ourselves and exited the museum at a trot.
Which is when the door of the house across the way opened and Frannie (who we had never met until this point) came barrelling down her front steps, yelling, “Get in the car…I’ll drive you wherever you need to go.”
Once installed in the car, she told us she’d been in her backyard and felt the wind come up and, having lived in Fogo Harbour all her life, she knew that it would bring in dramatically worse weather.
Having seen us enter the museum, she waited at her front door until she saw us come back out, not wanting the two ignorant under-dressed come-from-aways to get cold and wet (it was too late for the cold—we were freezing—but she forestalled the wet!).
Random acts of kindness are wonderful, but Frannie’s premeditated act of kindness took our breath away.
What a nice story, thanks for sharing! That sure is a warm-your-heart story!
Hi Phyllis and all,
I suspect you may know, but that others may be interested: the generosity of Newfoundlanders has been put into a play/musical which is currently in New York on Broadway and (I believe) will start touring soon if it has not already.
In short, when 9/11 occurred the US’s airways were closed and 38 commercial airplanes were diverted to the small town of Gander in central (sort-of) Newfoundland dumping 7000 passengers onto this small community. The kindness that Phyllis reports was manifested 7000-fold over a period of time and is reportedly (by friends who have seen it) to be well and entertainingly portrayed in the musical.
My best, Dick Stevenson, s/v Alchemy
I’m from Gander and my parents lived there at 9-11. They told me a few days afterwards about how they prepared hundreds of sandwiches, baked beans and chicken salad (all home made!) and brought it up to the airport for the stranded thousands. And they did this more than once during the days the passengers were stranded there. A lot of this effort was spontaneous but much was organized through local volunteer organisations.
Gander is still very much a product of the huge communal effort during the 2nd World War that caused its inception as an air base, later a town and airport. Ganderites have always rallied around the airport and the disasters that occasionally befell it.
My parents and their generation took volunteerism and helping one’s neighbors very seriously. It’s less common now of course which is why it’s celebrated in the play. It’s one of the reasons we enjoy sailing so much – that sense of community and natural tendency to help and share with ones neighbors even if they might be so only for a few hours or days in a dock, flotilla or anchorage!
Unfortunately you can’t visit Gander in a sailboat! But I do recommend visiting the Gander river (and adjacent Exploits River) which flow into Notre Dame Bay on the Northwest coast of the island. Besides beautiful scenery, there’s great fly fishing and Gander River Boat tours. Now I don’t know what facilities are available in Notre Dame Bay for keeled sailing vessels but I’m sure there are readers that do. Hopefully I’m not leading sailors into danger!?
Hi Rob,
A nice reminisce: thanks for sharing.
I carry 2 meter draft and have visited numerous spots in Notre Dame Bay and adjacent areas so no worries about leading boats into danger. And the Bay is large and provides wonderful cruising in protected waters.
And hospitality commensurate with Gander’s can be found at the Lewisporte Marina.
My best, Dick Stevenson, s/v Alchemy
What a great story- captures the big heart and helpful attitude of Newfoundlanders we encounter all across NL. This is one of the many reasons NL remains one of our very top sailing spots!! A gem it is… The play “Come From Away” referred to above has been wildly successful. Cheers S&S
s/v Yamit Bayfield 29.
P.s. really great meeting you both in Lewisporte- a fabulous marina in NE NL.
We have found over the years too that Cruising seems to bring out the generosity of people .
In Norway whilst wandering around islands in the North we have on numerous occasions been picked up by families who have taken us into their homes,fed and bathed us and then shewn us around their islands,whilst in Spain and Portugal we have even been lent cars too so that we could explore further afield.
The generosity of people to complete strangers has never failed to amaze us – a lesson to the rest of humanity.
Our experience with people from Canada East is limited, but we too were pleasantly surprised by the un-spoiled warm friendly kindness, while driving the Cabot Trail, during one of North America darkest days, known as 9-11
Just over 5 weeks ago, on a Sunday morning this year, we were cruising the San Juan Islands, and heading for Friday Harbor from Blind Bay. I noticed quite a strong riptide north-east of Friday Harbor and the sea state was like a boiling kettle and noticed a kajak about 3/4 of a mile away in the middle of it driven by the current away from shore. I didnt like the looks of it and picked up the binoculars and saw 2 people, one holding up an arm, and what looked like a furry creature on the rear deck. Told my friend I dont like the looks of it and to get ready for a closer look. They did not see us coming up behind them and when closed in to about 20 ft,
the furry creature appeard to be, what later we learned was the mother, named Ruth, whose kajak was submerged and had been in the 48.5´F water for close to an hour. Hard to forget to her large, hollow back eyes when she finally turned around. Threw a rope to her, which she barely could grab due to the very cold water, but somehow she did. Lowered the swim platform, and slowly pulled her alongside the boot to the rear. Hailed another boot in the area to take care of her 2 teenage kids in the kajak, who also were very cold . We managed to get Ruth on board, but she barely could move.
Once inside the ladies took care of her, changing her in warm clothing and blankets. I was afraid a state of shock might set in and sent out a Mayday call and after 20 minutes a high speed Border Control boat picked her up and Ruth was on her way to the hospital.
This was all a very emotional experience for me and had difficulty communicating with the Coast Guard , but had no trouble to stay on top of the situation. The following day I phoned the hospital to see how the 3 patiens were doing, but due to privicy laws , I wasnt any wiser.
Do remember Ruth and kids were from North Carolina, and thats all we know.
Ever since I kept asking myself why nobody else had not noticed the 3 in distress, while other boots were nearby. Then something dawned on me and whenever we came close to another boot, thru the binocular noticed what I was afraid of. Many were looking down at their cell phone and only glancing up for a few seconds. While in the merchant navy many years ago, there was always a look-out outside on the bridge. Not paying attention while driving has already taken many lives on the road. How would you feel, floating in the water and a ship passes you by within a hundred feet or so. A dreadful situation that has become reality unfortunately.
However, in sharp contrast, it is an immense grateful feeling to have saved 3 people from what could have easly been something else. But this experience has also shown me that we were ill prepared for events like this and happy to say my check list is a lot longer.
Rene
Hi Rene,
Thanks for sharing a great story with lots of lessons for all of us.
What a tale and how telling it is about the declining state of watchstanding or even just looking beyond the rail.