Fogo Island, what a great place. It’s pronounced Fo-go, not Fog-o as you may suspect when the weather comes rolling in quick and thick, chilling you to the bone.
We’ve been here for three days now, enjoying the trails instead of the icebergs (yes, they’re absent here too). Temperatures have been crazy, ranging from well above 20 during the day to just above 0 at night.
Here are some pictures:
Here, at the edge of the flat earth, the wind was strong and cold.
Tilting is a nice place to visit, lots of old fishing stages and such to see.
This house was almost sliding into the bay, but it was still in one piece.
A sunset hike to the Long Studio in Joe Batt’s Arm.