I should have known better.

Yesterday Trey and I paddled back over to Lawlor's Island.

Once there I dragged the kayak up the shore and threw the ball for Trey to help him get rid of his bad case of the "sillies", as he'd whined and wiggled the whole way across.  I had had to keep telling him to: "LIE DOWN !!!".

Then we headed into the island's interior to seek out the ruins again.

On Canada Day when I found located the fallen water tower for the first time, I was soooo disappointed when the batteries in my camera crapped out and I couldn't share photos of my find.

This time I found some ruins that I'd not seen before.  This is the "Winter Hospital".

All told, Trey and I slogged our way over and around that island for over four hours.

We walked the interior of the island from the Cemetery (left end) to the Winter Hospital near the "Sand Flat".  

We then walked back along the shore to the site of the original "Deep Water Wharf".

Site of the original Deep Water Wharf and the Disinfection Units.

Disinfection unit.

Massive door hinge on the Unit.

I lingered to admire a Cormorant drying its wings on the remnants of the wharf.

We just had to walk around the point and we should see the kayak.

And we did.

See it there ?

Floating gently in the harbour !   WHAT ?   FLOATING GENTLY IN THE FRIKKIN' HARBOUR !?!

And there is Trey's life jacket bobbing near the shore and floating nearby -- my paddle !

My life jack, with my car keys in the pocket is in the kayak.

I know, I know -- I'm an idiot !  

I wadded out and grabbed the kayak.  Unfortunately I had to put the sodden, cold life jacket on poor ol' Trey.

He was NOT amused !


You can bet I'll be dragging my kayak above the high water mark in future.

A Canada Day Adventure

I've decided that I want to get out paddling much more this year.

Lawlor's Island which lies tantalizingly close off the shore of Eastern Passage is an easy target for my kayak as it's a 10 minute paddle away.

Paddling is a bit of a challenge with the excitable, antsy Trey positioned between by knees, peering this way and that and crying harder and harder as we near land.  Needless to say, both of us always wear life jackets.

Eastern Passage is to the left.  Safely beached on Lawlor's.

What excites me, about Lawlor's, is its unique and well-documented history as a quarantine station, complete with deep-water wharf, two hospitals, a disinfection unit, three different buildings for 1st, 2nd and 3rd class passengers, several residences, a doctor's house, a small cemetery and a massive elevated water tank and cistern.  

To see the island now you would have no idea of it's storied past. All that remains of the massive wharf are a few posts protruding from the water.  All the buildings have crumbled and their foundations lie hidden under the jumbles of trees felled by Hurricane Juan in 2003.

Now.

Then.

On a previous visit last summer, I found the small cemetery with few marked graves but many more bodies, on the fern-covered north (?) end of the island.

Rather than following the shore, Trey and I headed inland.

Sadly I had not brought my decent camera, and most pictures I took are already in my computer's "recycle" bin.

Sometimes the going was very tough as much of the interior of the island is covered with dead-fall. The ruins of a wall can just barely be glimpsed behind those dead trees.

After three hours on the island -- yes, I brought water, and wore sunscreen, but forgot bug spray -- I stumbled across the foundations of several buildings, a cistern and a massive fallen water tower.  The latter looked like the rusted hulk of a Saturn Rocket lying prone across the forest floor. Sadly the pics of the tower are among those not fit for print.

The Cistern (?)

Rails up the side f the round structure.

I "think" this is the base of the fallen metal tower.

I climbed that ladder to take this pic looking down into the structure.  How kewl is that !

At one point Trey came barreling along carrying his ball and leapt over a wall (see below), not realizing that the ground was NOT at the same height on both sides.  He yelped as he crash-landed, and I briefly worroied about how on earth I was going to carry a dog with a broken leg out of there.  He then leapt back out as if nothing had happened.

I enjoyed exploring the island and am eager to go back with a decent camera ... and bug spray.

Trey walking along a fallen tree.  The forest floor is about two feet below him.

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If you're interested in learning more about Lawlor's Island, this is the definitive book on the subject.

Click here for more and better images from a recent survey of the island by a researcher from Pier 21 in Halifax.