The Grebe’s Nest | The Kids are Alright | June, 2012
One evening I went to put Surprise Baby to bed and after four stories, a couple of prayers and a few cuddles, I came back out to the kitchen to find a chunk of Bell Island sitting on my table. I stared slack-jawed, for I had been gone no more than an hour, but in that time No. 4, with direction from her cousin, had constructed an amazingly detailed papier maché model of The Grebe’s Nest.
If you`re not familiar with The Grebe`s Nest, not to fret. It`s not a destination promoted by Bell Island Tourism. And although spending a sunny summer afternoon with your family at The Grebe`s Nest can be one of the most pleasurable things you can do, there`s a reason brochures for The Grebe’s Nest are not running off the presses of the Queen’s Printer.
Because getting there is a treacherous undertaking. In order to access The Grebe’s Nest, you either need your own small boat or you have to take the ferry and make your way to the back side of Bell Island – at least it’s the back side to a Townie. Once there you descend a shattered shale path, cross a beach covered with what the children call inverted fossils, scramble up a slippery rock ledge and navigate through a damp, dark tunnel that looks like something out of an Indiana Jones movie. It is only then that The Grebe’s Nest, a magical beach surrounded by 30-metre shale cliffs, will present itself to you.
Of course, for our family, getting there is half the fun. Not only the sea life you see from the ferry, but the half a dozen wrong turns I’m bound to make while navigating the gravel roads east of the air strip.
It was in 1968, my daughter learned while researching her Heritage Fair project that two fishermen, brothers named Art and Bill Reid, blasted the tunnel through the rock that makes The Grebe’s Nest so exotic. For decades, if not centuries, several families had fished out of The Grebe’s Nest, which was a fine place to land a boatload of cod, but a dangerous place to walk home from.
Why couldn’t the fishermen bring in their boats on the next beach over, she wondered? It’s only a stone’s throw away.
The fishermen couldn’t land a boat there safely, she learned. But The Grebe’s Nest beach had just the right rounded beach rocks needed for bringing a dory chock-a-block full of fish on shore. After that however things got a bit tricky. In order to bring their fish to market, the fishermen had to transfer the fish from the boat to baskets, which would then be hoisted up the steep shale cliff face using horses stationed on the meadow above. Once a basket of fish was ready to go up, someone on top of the cliff would tap the horse and he`d walk forward, pulling up the basket. It took about 15 minutes to hoist a load of fish up the cliff. A waiting truck would then take the fish to be sold.
This still left the problem of how to bring get the men safely up the cliff. A dangerous ledge from The Grebe`s Nest to the nearby beach was difficult, if not impossible to navigate with their equipment. In rough seas they could easily be swept off into the hungry ocean.
So in 1968, the Reid brothers came up with a safe way of getting themselves home to their families simply by blasting a tunnel through the shale cliff.
And where did the Reid brothers come up with enough explosives to blast a corridor through 75 metres of shaley rock?
Until 1966 the iron ore mines had been operational on Bell Island. Bill had been a blaster in the mines and was well trained in the use of explosives. The Dominion Steel Corporation, known as DOSCO, thus entrusted Bill with a loan of a drill, batteries and enough dynamite to blast through the rock. With the blasting done, the brothers went about cribbing the tunnel using timbers as supports.
As a result of the Reid brothers’ innovation, several families were able to safely fish off the Grebe’s Nest alongside them, for example, the Clarkes and the Galloways.
Art Reid’s son, Gord, who was a child at the time of the blasting, still remembers it vividly.
“I was a little boy,” he said in a telephone interview. “It was really exciting looking through (the tunnel). Everyone loved it.”
One of the reasons our family loves The Grebe’s Nest so much is because there’s pirate treasure hidden in the tunnel.
But that’s a story for another column. Stay tuned in two weeks’ time for more on NaGeira’s Treasure.
Susan can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org
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