The Iceberg Publishing partners are currently in Gros Morne National Park, Newfoundland.
In addition to technically being something of a vacation –– anyone who runs their own business will tell you there really is no such thing –– this year we’re spending part of our time here shooting video related to both historical and upcoming projects. Newfoundland, or Newfoundland characters, feature prominently in our titles –– His Majesty’s New World, Champions, and Standing Tall especially. As thousands of international (particularly American) readers are introduced to these stories, we wanted to provide a glimpse of what makes our home province so spectacular.
So far, Newfoundland has been incredibly cooperative.
This is our fifth straight year staying in Woody Point in late July/early August. Every year I’ve watched icebergfinder.com prior to arriving to see if, this late in the season, there are any icebergs on the nearby coasts. The numbers seemed relatively low and the distances far when I checked this year, so I set aside any iceberg-chasing hopes.
Until yesterday afternoon, when we were told about the one in King’s Point. One that was reportedly quite close to shore and relatively large.
I’ve referenced the story of how Iceberg got its name many times, mostly in conversation, but also in my “Iceberg Season” post from 2013. People who’ve heard the story, or read Standing Tall: A Daughter’s Gift, know how my dad and I trekked across Bellevue Beach in Newfoundland in an unusually cold 1974 summer to see if we could touch an iceberg that looked particularly close to shore. That day we were rewarded with our own small chunk of ice that had washed up on shore, which we carried it back to the campsite, and kept in our freezer for years.
Those who know our story know how much that day –– that iceberg –– have always meant to me.
The truth is, we didn’t plan to start a publishing company when I wrote A Daughter’s Gift. It was the furthest thing from our minds. When we ultimately decided to take this path, we had no idea what to call our venture. But when one of us said we should call it Iceberg –– we actually don’t remember who –– we immediately knew that had to be the name.
It was a kind of destiny –– the fulfillment of a mission begun with that walk across Bellevue Beach, almost thirty years earlier.
Yesterday, the Iceberg we found was a little further out than the one my dad and I hiked towards in 1974, but new technology that Iceberg Publishing had purchased allowed us to reach it in a way that would have been impossible for anyone but the gulls to imagine back then.
My dad, the engineer, would have been grinning as we orbited this berg with a DJI Phantom 3 aerial drone. He would have had a go at the controls, and he would have loved chatting with the ‘skippers’ and young people who gathered around us.
We’re very fortunate to have the abilities we do today –– to have technology that puts our dreams in reach. And I’m very fortunate that, all these years later, the spirit that began when we chased that iceberg is continuing to be embodied through Iceberg Publishing.
Indeed, it didn’t occur to me until we got back to Seaside Suites just before dark last night that our trek to King’s Point was in exactly the same spirit as the one my dad and I took across Bellevue back in 1974.
In both instances, it was an early afternoon, should-we-go, shouldn’t-we-go, spur of the moment decision. In both instances, the journey was around two hours each way. In both instances, there was no guarantee we’d find what we were hoping to find. And in both instances, we were rewarded far beyond our hopes.
Stay tuned to this website for more video in the weeks and months ahead.