I am not in town for a week, so I can’t edit my Dslr photos to post daily, but I took a collection of photos with my phone today that I wanted to share.
For the next few days I am in Cow Head, a small fishing village/tourist community on the Northern Peninsula. I didn’t grow up here, but I spent a large amount of time here as a child. Almost every summer we would spend weeks here, and I would be in absolute bliss. I had a cousin Eric I used to hang around with him and his friends. Some of my fondest childhood memories are made in this community.
The first picture was taken from my bedroom at my grandparents house, it showcases the “Head”. This jut of land is connected by an isthmus. The major fishing facilities, wharfs and boats are located over there, as this is where most people lived back in the day. Now a days I don’t think anyone lives over there year round, and the land is protected from major developments. All the old cemetery’s and stuff of that sort are located over there.
There are various hiking trails out there that I would often play on. The lighthouse in the picture was built in 1909, we used to run around and play in this as kids. It wasn’t until recently I was told in was my relatives who kept the lighthouse running and my great grandfather was the last lighthouse keeper there. Knowing this now made me appreciate it that much more today.
Past the lighthouse is “the tip of the Head”, which is the furthest point on the land you can go. One of my fondest memories is going out there as a teenager with my uncle and cousin and we slept in the rock formation featured in one of the pictures. No tent, just a blow up mattress with a sleeping bag. I vividly remember the stars, hearing the waves, and the crackles of the fire slowly burning out. Damn, life was good. Nothing over our heads to protect us, just 3 large cliff faces forming a small valley to shelter us from everything.
My first real paying job was out on the head. A bunch of us were paid 20 bucks cash each to unload the bait truck into that tiny little shack. What a time we had, stacking the bait boxes to the roof as fast as we could so we could go spend that 20 bucks on junk food and renting video games.
I could go on and on and on about the fond memories I have of Cow Head. Maybe tomorrow I will focus on the rest of Cow Head, and take some pictures of things around the community that I fondly remember.
I know it doesn’t match the theme but I really enjoyed doing this post.