1. Tumultuous Bradore Falls on the Quebec side. Even "saw" thousands of puffins @ the bird sanctuary island off the Blanc-Sablon coast... but they were too far away to "see!" 2. Catching up on reading while waiting for the ferry. 3. Ferry coming in (note iceberg).
Our week in Labrador is finished - time to return to Newfoundland. We've enjoyed our stay here (despite gray weather and black flies!) amid some of the most friendly and hospitable people on the planet. Labrador makes Montana's Big Sky Country motto look puny. It is a vast and beautiful land.
We packed a bag each, parked Tergel in Red Bay and drove Smartie to Mary’s Harbour, for the 6pm passenger ferry ride to Battle Harbour. This is a quaint, restored cod-fishing village on a tiny island in the icy-cold Labrador Sea, nine miles off shore, and one of the last unspoiled corners on earth! No one lives here permanently anymore, but summer is lively with locals and tourists. Overnight accommodations are available for up to 37 guests in six of the restored buildings. Our room was downstairs in the renovated Royal Canadian Mounted Police Detachment (the only building with a furnace, which was ON). The small room next to us (vacant) was originally used as a jail cell and still has bars on the window.
The wharf and its rustic, wooden, and shingle-clad buildings are the hub of Battle Harbour. Guided tours are given by folks who grew up on the island and are very proud of their heritage.
The next day dawned clear and beautiful (tho chilly) and we roamed all over the one-kilometer-long island. The ocean vistas and craggy rock outcrops took our breath away. Hated to walk on the wet-sponge tundra, tho; didn't like leaving footprints. We left on the afternoon ferry, with smiles on our faces, completely charmed by our short island adventure!
Go to: www.battleharbour.com
St Lewis from the road. The little guys with their dog, Fluffy! One of a billion lakes, ponds or puddles in Labrador.
We had time to drive further north on the gravel road before our ferry left for Battle Harbour, and elected to drive up – with Spot – to St Lewis (pop. 312), the easternmost point on continental North America. We were intrigued to see the Iceberg Alley sign on the road to St Lewis! The rest of the photos are pretty self-explanatory, except there’s no picture of our jaws dropping when we nearly stepped on the iceberg parked just off Fisherman’s Point.
Red Bay, population 211, is an ideal natural harbor, and goes way back, inc by the Basques whalers during the 16th Century. We, however, only stayed here three nights (one hooked-up, two parked [free] near an historic building), all very quiet and comfortable. Weather was foggy and cool, not conducive to hiking. One of our days was a business day: laundry and grocery shopping, etc. - no photos of that! We visited the Visitor Center & Museum, with its fine Basques shipwreck display - archeologist's believe the San Juan (Basque whaler) went down in a fall gale just inside Saddle Island. Have to confess: We even ate a caribou burger for lunch at the Whaler's Restaurant! Enjoyed our stay here.