Nothing affects the Newfoundland & Labrador psyche more than the weather. We eat, drink and sleep weather! Everyone is aware of the topic and has a comment or complaint...usually at the same time. The words 'some weather we're having' can be negative or positive, but never passive. Once again this strip didn't need much research, I've been in these situations. Panel 6 has a guy diving into the water and one exiting the water. I myself have done this in both fresh and salt water and guess what? They're both REALLY cold!
Ahhhh...driving across this marvelous land! Still a treat after all these years and will remain so for a long, long time yet! Some things have changed of course, notably the 'Caribou' (and her sister ship the 'Joseph and Clara Smallwood') no longer plys the waters of the Gulf of St. Lawrence. Sadly the political minds ['no-minds'?!] of the day figured in their uninformed wisdom that those vessels would, rather than a midlife refitting, be better off cut up for scrap a half a world away whilst we [the People] purchase sub-standard marine garbage from lesser known countries of Europe. This is a practice that in my opinion only serves the purpose of ensuring politicians and their ilk get a nice continental vacation. Besides 'lesser known European country's shipbuilding industries' need a helping hand. Author's Note: If our politicians help them in the same manner they helped our shipbuilding industry I give Europe about 20 years before the skills, knowledge and expertise is lost completely!
Oh, but I rant...
Panel 4 reflects how long I languished on the mainland...the 'Ministry' should be 'Department' in Newfoundland & Labrador! Silly mistake on my part. The gravel pits are still inhabited these days but not so much so...Vinegar is still missing on mainland tables...the 'Downhomer' has repackaged itself as 'Downhome Life Magazine' but otherwise is still the flagship publication of our homeland.
The last panel sadly still is an issue here in our province. Littering is a crime that I don't understand, and pisses me off entirely! Give it up!!!!
When I was a kid growing up in western Labrador, trouting was one of my favourite summertime activities. I could practically walk into the woods from the end of our street and find a lake (most of the bodies of water in Labrador are referred to as 'lakes' while most of those on the Island are 'ponds') to wet a line in. This particular strip is one I didn't have to give much research to at all...I've lived it! Panel six is indicative of the insect mass in Labrador. One time when I was about twelve or so, I was bothered so much by the flies that I would throw down my rod and run as fast as I could and as far as I could, then stop to catch my breath again while the flies in that location took a few moments to sniff me out. When they got bad there, I'd run back to where my gear had been tossed and trout for a few minutes until the flies found me again! This whole strip is truth.
The 'Jackspath' mentioned in panel five is a reference to my dear departed Uncle Jack who had a unique method of blazing trail through the bush - straight ahead and damn the trees/cliffs/ponds etc.