Trinity

 After another drive along a twisty windy road, we made our way into Trinity.  It seemed like the last 3 kms (or so the sign said) would go on and on and then, with a final sharp right turn down a steep cliff, we were there. 

Trinity is a wonderful historic village situated on the edge of the bay.  Our lodging, in the Trinity EcoTours Lodge, was a very small room (with bathroom) overlooking the bay with a view of the lighthouse.  We explored the town a bit and found there were only two choices (well really only one – the other was way too pricey) for dinner.  And it would be an hour’s wait.  That was fine.  It was a beautiful evening to explore a bit more while waiting.  We shared a seafood sampler platter for dinner.  A good choice!

The next morning, over breakfast at our lodge, we decided that we might as well take advantage of the opportunity and we went on a boat tour.  Technically, it was billed as a whale watching tour, but it’s the end of the whale season and therefore hit and miss.  Today was miss.  Our skipper made the best of the situation and showed us some unique rock features, lots of bald eagles and a very rare Stellar’s Sea Eagle.  This bird is very much out of place as its range is China, Japan and the Kamchatka Peninsula of Russia. It’s one of the largest eagles with a 6 – 8 foot wing-span.  Even though it was high up in the trees, we were able to spot its distinct white shoulders and large orange beak.  From our distance down on the water, good binoculars made it worth seeing.  It was a beautiful day for a boat ride with the sunshine and a only a light wind. 

In the afternoon we spent some time wandering a community festival, watching a horseshoe tournament, beach volleyball and browsing the craft market. 

Our tour boat skipper recommended the Skerwink Trail.  We decided to give it a try.  That was quite a challenging hike but the views were spectacular!  The trail followed along the cliff edges around a point from Trinity East to Port Rexton.  Dinner was well earned and it was early to bed. 

 

It's called a tuckamore, because you have to 'tuck a little more' to get under it.