Ah, the Vikings. Those ruthless men and women who plundered far and wide. Returning home to Norway only after their holds were filled with ill-gotten booty and damsels in distress.Is this the way you understand the Vikings? Would it surprise you to know that the Vikings were some of the best and most prolific explorers of their day?
Our story begins not in Norway but rather in Iceland in 982 AD. A Norwegian-born settler (yes the Vikings were also farmers!), Eirik the Red, is involved in a feud with some neighbors and ends up killing two of the neighbors’ sons. In 986 (4 years, so much for quick justice) he is banished from Iceland and sails off to find new land.
Eventually he lands at a place, now called Eiriksfiord, in Greenland. It is here that Eirik and his band of merry Vikings establish their community base. With Eirik are his four children. Of his brood, Leif, soon to be named Leif the Lucky, was bitten by the exploration bug.
At the same time as Eirik leaves Iceland, a young Viking named Bjarni Hejolfson sets sail, also from Iceland, to visit his father who already lives in Greenland. Unfortunately, Bjarni is caught in a bad storm while at sea. When the sky clears it is obvious to him that he isn’t in Greenland (psychologists now call this the “Dorothy-not-in-Kansas” revelation).
Rather than the great fiords and distant mountains and glaciers he was expecting, he sees a low-lying coast line covered with trees. As any good son who is already late for Father’s Day would do, he left the area immediately (without exploring or even landing on the shore) sailing north for two days past more coastline and trees. He continued on for three more days ultimately running into mountains and glaciers, but no fiords. Figuring that he must have overshot Greenland during the storm, Bjarni sailed northeast for four more days and landed just in time for dinner with good old Dad.
He told the settlers of his trip and the new land he sighted. Guess who listened in on the stories? None other than – Leif Eirikson – aka: Leif the Lucky.
On or about 1001 AD, Leif, with Bjarni at the helm, set sail from Greenland to find the lands described by Bjarni, by back-tracing Bjarni’s steps. On the first leg of the journey he found a location with flat stones and glaciers. He called this Helluland , which meant “Land of Flat Stones”. Historians now believe that this was the coast of Baffin Island.
He sailed south for three more days and came across a narrow white sandy beach which stretched to the horizon. Behind the beach lay forest-clad slopes. He called this location Markland or “Land of Woods”. This is believed to be the forty mile beach at Cape Porcupine on the coast of Labrador.
Following two more days, he sailed into a natural harbor and a land of gassy meadows. He found (what he believes to be) wild grapes in the vicinity and called the place Vinland.
Here in Vinland, Leif and his crew set up camp and eventually built a settlement. Archaeologists and historians are in general agreement that the site of Vinland is now called L’ans aux Meadows in northwestern Newfoundland.
Vinland was inhabited by a series of explorers, including the brothers and sister of Leif, for the next seven or eight years.
The story of the Vikings in Newfoundland is well documented and great reading. The uncovered ruins of the Vinland community at L’ans aux Meadows can be visited near St Anthony (pronounced “Sane Ant knee” by the locals) at the tip of the Western Peninsula on Newfoundland.
One interesting note to this story is that the Vikings during their stay in Vinland were the first Europeans (don’t forget their roots to Norway) to meet the native peoples of North America. It is not for sure but some historians believe that these natives were Beothuk Indians who are the subject of another Mystery of Canada.
