May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
–Edward Abbey
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May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
–Edward Abbey
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“Do you think that I count the days? There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre
Music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common.
― Sarah Dessen
Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.
― Nick Hornby
People sacrifice the present for the future. But life is available only in the present. That is why we should walk in such a way that every step can bring us to the here and the now.
–Thich Nhat Hanh
We must be willing to let go of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
– Joseph Campbell
Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.
–Thomas Edison
When you have confidence, you can have a lot of fun. And when you have fun, you can do amazing things.
–Joe Namath
Owls hoot in B flat, cuckoos in D, but the water ousel sings in the voice of the stream. She builds her nest back of the waterfalls so the water is a lullaby to the little ones. Must be where they learn it.
― Karen Joy Fowler
The forest makes your heart gentle. You become one with it…No place for greed or anger there.
–Pha Pachak
Let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Khalil Gibran
Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.
–John Muir
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
― Maya Angelou
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
― Kahlil Gibran
I’ve had some wins. And been knocked down with defeats. Glimpsed views from the top of the mountain. And walked through the darkest of valleys. But through this entire ride called ‘a life’ – I’ve refused to give up.
–Robin S. Sharma
Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in the low time. Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.
–Robert H. Schuller
I’ve been coming to Twillingate for some time now. Each time, I’ve found adventures around every corner, on land and sea, in town, on trails and beyond. I’ve just had the privilege of being here for my longest visit ever while presenting at the Unscripted Twillingate Digital Media Festival, and my love for this place only grows stronger with each time I spend here. While I was here during the festival, people often asked me what “TA” stands for…I often jokingly replied, “Totally Awesome.”
In celebrating my time here this week in Twillingate, I thought I would look back and share some of the totally awesome adventures I’ve had here, to remember and reminiscence, but also to bring them all into one place so they can be helpful to others who come to Twillingate looking for adventure. Thanks Twillingate for an awesome week at the festival…I will be counting down until I can come back again.
Rooting for Adventure in Twillingate

Sometimes it’s best to tell a story from end to beginning. So here is our intrepid group at the end of our experience of seeing where an unscripted walk, searching for root cellars, would take us. We are holding root vegetables as a testament to how “rootful” our time was…as also to help us remember that we’d all taken “root-names” (nicknames we’d use for the adventure). I renamed as Rutabaga, Marian took Turnip, Tom believed in Beet, Gabi picked potato, Derek took Tumeric Root, Krista chose carrot, and Peter went with Blueberry Wine (very appropriate since we were outside a winery). Yes, I am holding a parsnip instead of rutabaga. Yes, I am pretending to be a unicorn. Yes, that is an onion in Tom’s hand instead of beet. Amazingly, Derek had a supply of veggies in his jeep for us to call into service, it’s just that rutabagas, beets, and blueberry wine were on the missing list.
The highlight of our experience was meeting Otto Sansome. If you say the word, root cellar in Twillingate, Otto’s name is not far behind. In planning our Unscripted Twillingate Rooting for Adventure workshop, I did not make prior contact with Otto, leaving it to chance and serendipity. We’d left the winery about 1.5 hours earlier and had found 12 root cellars when I’d been expecting 4 from my prior research. As we were walking on the road, near Otto’s house, he drove by. Peter managed to flag him down at the last second, and asked if he’d be willing to chat with us some about root cellars. Although, he just headed out on an errand, he graciously turned around, headed home, and welcomed us in.
Otto began by having us sign his guest book and by handing around the photo albums he has of root cellars around Twillingate. He’s taken pictures of 232 of them and tracked down information on who build them and when for most of them. Marian and I had seen some of Otto’s root cellar photographs in the Memorial University Digital Archive and now we were seeing them “up close and personal.” It was thrilling. We’d long been fascinated by the root cellars we’d seen while hiking (and kayaking) around Twillingate. I asked Otto, “How did you become King of Root Cellars in Twillingate?”
He got out of his chair and pointed out the window across the bay to this root cellar I’m pictured in. This was the first root cellar he’d taken a picture of…and that one lead to another one, and to another one, and another one…one by one, he found them, learned their history, photographed them, and catalogued them. What a treasure of information. Otto said that he didn’t photograph the root cellars that were simply dug out of earth or that has been lined with wood because most of those, had caved in and looked only like rubble piles. He, instead, turned his photographic eye and documentary interest, the the ones constructed out of concrete. The photograph above shows very well the classic concrete construction for a root cellar. This concrete hull would be poured and then covered with sods to help insulate the structure. Many root cellars have a double door to provide an airlock/climate control when entering and leaving.
We then asked Otto if he still uses the root cellar in his backyard, the one I’m having an unscripted moment in above. “No,” he replied but quickly went on to name many others that were still using them. Otto told us about cutting ice in winter to use to keep root cellars cold through the summer. “There was no refrigeration back then,” he said, “So we had to use a large saw to cut blocks of pond or sea ice to provide the cold. We would pack the ice blocks in sawdust and then lasted all through the summer.” When asked about what all was kept in root cellars, Otto had a long list. “Meats, potatoes, carrots, turnips…and berries. We’d keep berries in a wooden barrel in water. When you wanted some berries, you’d go into the root cellar with a cup and scoop some out of the barrel. By the time the barrel was empty, you had a nice bit of blueberry wine.” Peter had found his name sake. Otto explained that they would only take a small scoop of berries out at at time because berries had to last through to the next summer.
Many of the root cellars are falling into disuse and disrepair but several we found had been spruced up with splashes of colour and other decorations.
Root cellars are a delight to photograph because of their diversity.
They come in all kinds of shapes, sizes, and door styles.
The hardware is often rusted. Some doors are nailed shut. Some doors have fallen off their hinges.
And some doors swing wonderfully open and welcome you in. Inside working root cellars, there are often wooden bins that hold potatoes or shelves that can hold canned goods. There is a vent hole or stack to allow fresh air to circulate. Root cellars keep food cold in summer and they keep it from freezing through the long winter. Some root cellars have their doors on the top instead of the front. Otto said this was to reduce the amount of snow shovelling in winter as most of the snow would be blown away rather than drifting up against the door.
After leaving Otto’s house, we found three more root cellars as we walked back to the Auk Island Winery. They’ve honoured Twillingate’s root cellar heritage with a strawberry rhubarb wine appropriately called “Root Cellar.” I’ve got some chilling and I look forward to enjoying it once I finish writing. Rooting for adventure was a fine digital journey and I look forward to updating our digital root cellar resources with the pictures and GPS coordinates we captured today. This link is a great spot to find out how to find root cellars in Twillingate. Thanks to all who shared the adventure.
This morning we left on an adventure. With red bags filled with baking gear, we headed off toward the trailhead.
We took a left at the sign and headed over to French Beach. We stopped and nibbled on a few blueberries, crowberries, and partridge berries along the way.
First step in baking buns on the beach was collecting small dry twigs.
Along with collecting firewood, we were collecting images via Go Pro, Autographer, digital SLR, point and shoot, iPhone, and iPad.
Dot volunteered to capture video action via Go Pro with a walking stick attachment. What would a festival be without such dedicated volunteers?
With twigs at the ready, it was time to pop open the Pillsbury buns. The moment of opening was totally unscripted and unexpected.
Here are our baking tools for today…Whisperlite MSR stove, Fry Bake pan, and flame-tamer complemented with silicon pot holders.
With the lid on the fry bake closed, the stove was lit, the twiggy fire was lit on the stove, and placed carefully on the pan which was then placed carefully on the stove…and yes, you had to do it in that order…and yes, it was hectic, and yes…a very exciting process of not setting yourself or your festival mates on fire.
After twelve minutes of carefully keeping the twiggy fire burning, it was time for the big reveal…TADA…WAHOO…Joy oh Joy….Buns on the Beach!
Sweet cinnamon success…don’t you wish this was scratch and sniff…
Time to share the buns and enjoy them with a bit of icing.
Really enjoy…
Really, really enjoy!!!
Our team collectively celebrating (Thanks Wilma for capturing the moment)… a fine morning of learning about buns on the beach!
A gorgeous day greeted us as we headed out on our “Foraging for Adventure” workshop at the Unscripted Twillingate Digital Media Arts Festival. Starting with Newfoundland’s iconic berry, we began our day looking at blueberries in lots of new ways…the morning dew clung to the berries and inspired our photography as we wandered off with our cameras…errrr “capture devices”. We had iPhones, iPads, Go-Pros, an Autographer, digital SLR’s, and even a partridge near a fir tree.
New discoveries were found by looking at the bog from all levels: low, high, up, down, all-around. The cousins were enthralled to learn that bog iron is a natural phenomenon.
Smart phones made it easy to capture the beauty of a rose hip in a hip way. Rose hips can be steeped into tea or made into jelly. Rose hips are a source of Vitamin C.
The beauty of this picture is the contrasting colours and the unscripted inscription of tea from tea leaves. They say Newfoundland’s favourite tea is Tetley however Twillingate grows its own flavour of tea, Labrador Tea. Collect its leaves, save ‘em for later, drop them in boiled water and let them steep…and enjoy!
We flew Tibetan prayer flags over Lookout #4. The wind lifted the colourful flags and carried off their wonderful intentions for a better world.
Celebrating our great day together foraging for wild edibles, adventures, and friendships.
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I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.
― Mother Teresa
Believe in love. Believe in magic. Hell, believe in Santa Clause. Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams. If you don’t, who will?
–Jon Bon Jovi
I had gained the summit of a commanding ridge, and, looking round with astonishing delight, beheld the ample plains, the beauteous tracts below.
–Daniel Boone
Delight in itself is the approach of sanity. Delight is to open our eyes to the reality of the situation rather than siding with this or that point of view.
– Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche