Well, when we reach the open sea out of BonneBay fjord, we a smacked by an fresh breeze, a very-very dark night, gnarly seas. I feel like I would rather trade that for a glass of wine on Irv’s deck. Well, its ast progress, the forecast is reasonable, we push on, take it easy – setup the staysail and strike down the main. By next morning we are in sight of Port-au-Choix peninsula, and by early afternoon we are docked at the bottom of the bay among the fishing fleet. There are a few industrial buildings, but they can’t hide the original character the place, which the original sellers would easily recognize - it is one of the oldest settlements (Port-Au-Choix: form the Basque PortoChoa, the small port, and before the Basques, of course the Beothuks, as nice little museum reminds us).
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There is a bit of industrial infrastructure in PortAuChoix,
but it is not hard to brush them off and
find an unchanged shore. |
Folk art.
I read somewhere in Port-Au-Choix that Basques have quite a strong tradition of sculpture / folk art, and I don’t know if the author was hinting at a link to what is going on in Western Newfoundland, but locals are bold and expressive. There was already a few blips of that on the South Coast, but its really prevalent.
I will post my little gallery of folk art in a separate post. Mags, don't be surprised if by November there will be some stuff on our lawn.
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