Joining a community pig roast at Robinson, NF
Wildflowers seen along the trail in the Codroy Valley area of Newfondland.
With threatening skies, we are back on the Trans-Canada Highway and driving north through the Table Mountains, which are half covered with low hanging, moisture laden clouds and threatening rain.
We stopped in the Codroy Valley area to take a hike through a wetland preserve, hoping to see some birds. Maybe it was the time of day or the time of year, but we didn’t see many birds and after a mile walk, got back to the RV.
Heading north to Robinson, our destination for tonight, the highway left the coastal areas and cut through the mountains. Martha noted there were no homes, businesses or signs of civilization in her trip journal. No traffic. Kind of eerie for a weekend when one would expect some vehicles on the highway.
Found a service station in tiny St. David’s and filled the RV with fuel that cost $1.23 per liter which relates to almost $4.75 per gallon. Most commodities are shipped into Newfoundland, by sea or air, accounting for the higher price of goods. That is not the situation with oil since the province has several producing offshore oil fields providing crude to its’ Come By Chance Refinery. In a conversation with a local, he speculated that taxes are responsible for the expensive fuel.
We left the highway and drove toward the coast to Robinson and Pirates Haven RV Park, our destination for tonight. We have driven only about 60 miles from Port aux Basque because we wanted to eat fresh pork at Pirate Haven’s pig roast.
The RV campground check-in was at a bar, which was full of happy patrons who obviously had been there for several hours, waiting for the pork. We parked the RV, connected to water, electricity and sewer and proceeded to the bar for a roast pork dinner.
The owner told us he has been cooking a whole hog annually for the past 23 years and it has become a community as well as campground success. The dinner consisted of pork, pork stuffing, browned potatoes and corn for $18 Canadian which made the cost about $15 America. The pork was nice and moist but needed some barbeque sauce, Martha wrote. “Newfoundlanders don’t drown pork in sauce,” said a local, preferring their pork “naked.”.
Although I’m not sure that’s what he said. Newfies talk fast and have a serious accent, obviously a mixture of several cultures plus some local slang. The accent is becoming more obvious and undecipherable as we head north.
A four-piece band played music until the wee hours of the morning, long after the pork was finished and long after we had gone to bed.
We closed the RV windows, put one of Martha’s homemade quilts on the bed and called it a night. The wind was blowing hard and it was cold outside but the temperature didn’t seem to slow the pork crowd. It didn’t bother us, either.
NEXT: A stunning seashore drive on the French Ancestors Route.