Ports of Call: Oderin
Near its summit, Lance Cove Hill, on the eastern edge of Oderin's inner harbour, has an access portal where a present-day voyager exists in both the ancient world of a once-prominent Placentia Bay community and the virtual world of modern-day connectivity. As you hike up the hill youâll know youâve found the Oderin "Phone Booth" when your phone suddenly comes alive with a surprisingly strong cell signal. My hike up Lance Cove Hill in search of a phone booth followed shortly after setting Staraganâs anchor in an area of the harbour visible from the hill. My brother Ed and our friend Chris Newhook, members of Staraganâs crew that day, scaled the hill with me while continually checking for cell signals. Cell connectivity in this area of Placentia Bay is often hard to come by, so finding phone booth locations is an expected task for any sailing adventure.I was extra anxious to find a phone booth on this particular hill, as my mother had been a teacher in Oderin in the 1930s and I was eager to reach her by phone and report our whereabouts. I was confident sheâd be impressed with our voyage under sail from Jerseyside to Oderin against Placentia Bayâs prevailing, fog-laden southwesterly winds. Unusual metal signs with raised lettering are located throughout the former community. Near Lance Cove Hillâs summit, one of us detected that we had entered a phone booth. I made the call. âHello, Mom. Iâm in Oderin.ââOderin?â she asked, sounding puzzled. âYou canât be. There are no phones there. How did you get there?ââIâm here in my sailboat.ââOh my, you sailed all the way to Oderin. I didnât think you knew enough about sailboats to do that. Youâre in Oderin? Are you sure?âNow, Iâm one of three brothers. We sometimes call ourselves the three Wysemen, but our mother thinks of us as the three wise guys. She often said that one of her roles in life was keeping our inflated egos as deflated as possible. During our call she, in her 96th year, was firmly true to form.Eventually, though still suspicious, she allowed herself to be convinced that I was in fact in Oderin and proceeded to direct my attention to erstwhile community locations that had been part of her teaching life there: the school where she taught, her boarding house, the site of the church, the homes of her friends, among others. She urged me to visit the beach on Oderinâs north shore, where the pond at its eastern end is reported to have a wooden bottom and where legend tells of treasure buried by the Frenchman LaFosse, who was suspected of being an English spy during a period when the French and English were sworn enemies. Just off the beach lies Castle Island, which is said to have a tunnel running ashore used by pirates to transfer goods from ship to shore. Rumours persist that LaFosseâs treasure lies buried in the tunnel. The infamous pirate Peter Easton is known to have been present in the area in the early 1600s - a fact that would have readily fed Oderinâs rumour-mill about pirates and piracy.As our cell conversation came to an end and I had received her community visitation orders (similar, I think, to marching orders), I noticed that Staragan had moved off her anchored position. Driven by the afternoonâs stiff westerly winds, she was dragging her anchor toward the harbourâs eastern shore!I descended Lance Cove Hill as fast as my legs could move. A single thought flooded my mind as I was racing toward the dinghy on the harbour shore: âMaybe Mom had a point or two about my boating skills, especially my anchoring capabilities.âAs I hurriedly launched the dinghy while doubting that I could reach Staragan before she brought up on the shore, an open motorboat seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Its operator adeptly grabbed Staraganâs anchor rode and pulled her safely to the centre of the harbour.From his familyâs former premises in Oderin harbour, the very observant Phonse Murphy had noticed that Staragan was being knocked off her anchored position and quickly took action to save her most thankful skipper the embarrassment of a harbour grounding. Staragan, safely re-anchored With Staragan eventually re-anchored, the beach was visited and Castle Island was observed, but neither treasure nor tunnel entrance was found, and the dark water of the pond hid its wooden bottom. Unusual metal signs with raised lettering, unknown to my mother since they were placed after her time in Oderin, were encountered throughout the former community. Defying Placentia Bayâs harsh conditions, they seem intended as permanent records of Oderinâs former residents and how they lived. And, like tunnels, treasures, piracy and wooden bottoms, the signs would certainly make for interesting conversation during my next cell call from the Oderin Phone Booth on Lance Cove Hill. Marinerâs Guide to Oderin Harbour Hydrographic Charts: 4615 (47Â°17'22.4"N 54Â°48'39.5"W) Harbour Entry: When entering and transiting Oderin harbour en route to the inner harbour, mariners should be guided by the sequence of starboard-hand (red) markers. Data on electronic charting systems has been observed to vary from actual hydrographic features in the harbour area. Mariners are advised to exercise caution when navigating at night or in conditions of reduced visibility. Docking/Anchoring: No public wharves are available and private wharves have minimal depths alongside. There are some private moorings but permission to use them should be obtained prior to occupancy. Notes: Cell phone connectivity was obtained on the eastern slope of Lance Cove Hill (approximate coordinates: 47.294726, -54.800395). See Oderin on the Coastal Marine Informatics website for more community and marine-related information. - By Jim Wyse Jim Wyse and his sailboat Staragan explore the coastal communities of the province from Labradorâs shores to the Islandâs southern coasts. Contact him on Twitter @StaragansPorts.