there was only three miles of paved road to Wabush at first. Then the road to Fermont eventually got built and that was it! Otherwise we were on dirt roads in the dust...or muck...depending on the mercies of weather! We would pile into 4x4s and just melt into the bush on a journey of discovery!
Yep that old guy outsmarted us! His apples were safe ...but that dog was old. He wouldn't always be there! Of course we grew out of that phase of our childhoods and so I suppose it worked! Until the next generation of 'Raiders' came along!!
Come to think of it now, the people who owned the gardens probably knew that some of the kids were raiding gardens...but they didn't care! We were after all, actually eating our veggies...or rather their veggies!
This is true...so I'm told! Funny though, that my biggest fear always was biting into a squishy thing in the dark ...that was deterent enough to keep me from robbing gardens...or at least eating the 'Spoils' of crime!
I would never have been able to see the things I've seen or do the things I've done had I not left, and while I was there I was itching to get away and see all that there is to see! I blame that on my family tree full of sailors and woodsmen, adventurers and explorers. This is all good.
I've covered a lot of ground in this comment. I could be on about the hydro developments, or the First Nations issues, or the ever fluctuating but very real anti Island sentiments, any of those things and more, but really all I'm getting at is that Labrador is 'home' to me. That doesn't mean I don't have other homes as well, but there are only a few places that get to be called that by me. For instance, I have a 'home' where my children are, and I have a 'home' where my family comes from, my parents and their parents and so on. I have a home here in Sculpin Tickle and ...I have a home in Western Labrador.
Well here we go. I'm about to get all serious here for a few panels...but never fear, I was never one to be serious for very long! In fact, I look for the absurdity in life to keep things in perspective.
I should explain...there's a new app for andriods...I've been trying to get used to it and I posted this pic from earlier this summer. My truck passed a milestone that will not be repeated in its lifetime. I added a caption but it didn't load. I wonder why?
All in harmless fun at that tender age...although I do know of one fella that spooked my mother this way! I think he may have been pretending to be the Troll in 'Billy Goats Gruff'. He was kinda little.
Wasn't me though. I didn't like it under the bridge...spiders! But I'm over that now...(but not really. I just avoid places where they like to hang).