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Day Two in RV: meat eating plants in Terra Nova National Park

Day two.

From the RV Desk of Miss. Melanie Anne Chambers

Buckley Cove below.

Scenes from the end of my hike, but more of that later. This is just a visual teaser.


Can you imagine taking your whole house and parking it outside the trail head? Oh, you forgot your allen keys? Um, let me just grab em' in the RV. Hmm, need a snack? Just going to fire up my gas stove and make a steak; okay, steak for a snack is silly, but you get my point. It's whacked, but that is how travelling with your bike in an RV feels.

I drove the RV down the park road from my site, about 20 kms, and parked it just past the turn off to Dunphy's Pond, a 10 km there and back trail. Of the 13 hiking trails in the park, ranging from a mini 3 km loop to a 32 km route called The Outport (camping overnight), there are only three designated bike trails. 


Dunphy's is the largest pond in the park (we call em' lakes in Ontario!) and there are 134 of these said, ponds, in the park. Riding the dirt road to the pond is a gradual climb near bogs, such as below. Watch out for the drain pipes that cross the road! Yowsahs. If you grab the front brakes too tight, you'll fly bum over tea kettle, as mudder would say.

I had to do it. I didn't feel good about it after, but it was sooo gratifying at the time. I ate a baloney sandwich. Mom always called baloney Newfie Steak. At some point in my life, I started caring about what I ate, which means the dear old baloney and mustard sandwich, on white bread, has become a thing of my past. The gut pains afterwards will ensure it gets stashed back into the memory vault for some time. 

Parked my baby, I call my RV Winona, and fried up some steaks.


Hiking Afternoon! A Darwinian experience exploring meat eating plants and berries! 

"Your Ontario flower the trillium is all pretty, but ours is a meat eater!" says a Newfie friend. Flies land in the base of the tubular shaped pitcher plant and drown in the water at its base. The plant just sucks up all the fly's nutrients. Genius. Didn't see one on the trail today; however, I am told they are usually everywhere! 

Dozens of exotic mushrooms, berries, perfumey flowers, and rare flowers were everywhere. I felt like Darwin snapping four by four glosses (my nannie's name for pictures).

The trail head starts at the Visitor Centre. I began with a loop of Blue Hill Pond that leads into Buckley Cove--it's about three hours of easy walking.

The famous Newfie partridgeberry is internationally known as the lingonberry. It isn't ripe, below, but come late August it turns a dark wine colour and tastes like a type of cranberry.

The first part of the trail is a giant boardwalk through bogs.

 This little guy isn't a mushroom. Looks like one, doesn't it? The corpse plant, or Indian Pipe, doesn't contain chlorophyll so the parasitic little dude feeds off trees.


At Blue Hill Pond I saw loons as I swam.

At the end of the trail I came across these two trees getting friendly with this rock; okay, Charles Darwin wouldn't say it quite like this, but maybe a Newfie would? So there.