It was a nice day on Sunday. The temperature was around 7 degrees C, and the sun was peeking out from the clouds every so often, so I decided to take a bit of a hike around Cape Belknap. Turns out it was about 12 kilometres long! I started my Forerunner late, and stopped it a bit early. Herewith is my trek at Garmin Connect and a few photo’s I took along the way.
I checked the temperature in the Stevenson Screen, and it showed 7 degrees. Nice! I headed out to the Ceiling Projector, but it is in the swampiest, wettest part of the airfield! No wonder it is off-kilter. You think they would have placed the light in a drier part of the tundra. I then turned northwards and headed towards Black Cliffs Bay. As I approached the bay, no longer protected by the hills, the wind picked up, and the temperature dropped. Pretty soon I had to don my toque and gloves. Snow started to fall, and ice pellets pelted my face. It was downright cold – the snow & ice pellets were accumulating on the ground. It must have been below zero. But then I started heading with the wind and all was good. The ice along the shore pushes the sand and stones up a fair bit. But the tide was low, so most of the ice was grounded here. I hopped out onto the bergy bits to do a bit of exploring. At one point, I thought there was a polar bear stalking me. Splashes every so often, and then a chunk of iceberg broke off as I was turning. It looked like it might have been a polar bear. Too bad I wasn’t wearing my heart rate monitor too. My heart raced for a bit at that point.
On the other side of the airfield, a sad, constant reminder of a crash that occurred 60 years ago. On Monday July 31st, 1950, a Lancaster airplane was flying in much needed parts for a bulldozer that was going to be used to construct the airfield. Unfortunately, something happened with the airdrop, and the Lancaster was pulled down. It crashed on the east side of the cape in a ball of fire. All hands died.
Here is what 60 years does to an engine…