The Blue Cabin
Young sweet girls at a cute hippie-style office verified that I was the one who called previously from the gas station to book a cabin. I asked if I could call Israel. They were busy with computer problems and with other clients, so for the moment they just gave me the key to “the Blue Cabin”. They pointed through the rain to a tiny little shed-like structure, one of four of different colors. I was stunned. Even the Truro dry cabin and the one in the Sydney’s KOA were more impressive – little huts with a porch, a personal stove, the size of a decent bedroom, but this?
Well, with the option of building up the tent in the rain (some kids did!) or going back on the road, I paid the $53, thankful to the gas station ladies who helped me book this, took the key and headed to my blue mansion.
I was told I could come later to check the phone situation (it proved to be impossible, like everywhere else, but they really tried!). The desk girl told me enthusiastically that there was a regular group of kids who came here every year to have potlucks and parties.
I found the tent to actually be cleaner than the room. The tent was mine and I was the only one to have slept in it. Here there were hints of others, and, surprise, suprise, multiple dead bugs under the bed. I decided to ignore, swept them out with the given broom. Still, so much easier than building a tent…
I got the essential stuff in and did a little search of the premises. The girls promised a communal kitchen with plugs and the possibility of Wi-Fi. I sat there alone for several minutes, studying Google maps, then did what I always do – went for a walk along the beach. And what a beach that was…
I first went back to the cabin to pack up for the walk. Lots of things (in my female mind) were needed – that is, at least one more layer, the walking stick, the camera, the purse. Most of that did prove worth taking, as the walk along the sand gave in to rocks.
The Red Sand
Most people turned back at this point, but I continued on with the help of my walking stick. A nice family kept in stride with me part of that way. I got ambitious, though, and gave myself further goals, like reaching the “punta” (bluff) where the rocks came to a head. I had the time of my life recording the beauty on camera.
It was time to walk back. The pools and the sea took even more colors before they fade into night. Magic.
I read: “Today, a mantle of loose material known as glacial till, laid down 10,000 to 15,000 years ago, covers much of the island. The underlying sedimentary bedrock consists of soft red sandstone intermixed with shale.” (PEI, dept. of education site).
Everything starts with the so-called geology – how the planet formed and keeps forming, how these huge heavy chunks of matter settled and how they keep transforming. We are all just partying on the top of the crust, and cannot but feel awed when the rawness of that matter displays itself in various locations, like the Tablelands.
In principle, rocks can be blue, but our planet is richer in iron, that tends to be red, orange, or yellow when forming compounds. In the Arava there are amazing purple sandstones. In the Galapagos I encountered an even more stunning phenomenon – in some locations there’s no soil, but sheer metal. It is fairly hollow, so you can tap on it to produce that empty sound. Amazing, or perhaps not. When one understands better the mechanisms a work, it makes sense.
Darwin came up with his outstanding biological insights exactly there, in these primeval islands. What a joy to have our preconceptions broken and thus widen our horizons!
The Changing Colors
Starting back towards Campbell’s Cove, ah, ah… the redness of those rocks ,and the sun setting into the myriad puddles and tidal pools…
In the morning I had a shower crisis. Showers are out there to trick people. Some pull, some push, some turn right, some turn left, some don’t turn – it’s an IQ test, and sometimes I fail. Somehow not having my shower functioning once I am there naked and ready, pushed all my wrong buttons. I was ashamed to later find out, after complaining and behaving badly, that I only needed to pull that lever towards me. Lucky for my emotional health I did re-take the shower despite getting dressed again…
Once clean and shiny I drove towards Cavendish. Even the day before, as I was heading to Campbell Cove, the feeling started to build up inside of me: I’m going back to my childhood. I will re-find the magic – the Puffed Sleeves and The Lake of the Shining Waters… Time can reverse.
And, indeed, I found myself driving into the very Green Gables and my own lost childhood of which Anne was such an integral part.