6: July 30th Fogo Island
    July 30 th   Fogo Island     A wonderful day hiking around and exploring Fogo Island.  These way out of the way places really tug at  me.  I was thinking maybe we could  spend a couple of years in a place like this and then I remembered that I’m seventy one and the days of flitting here and there (Wisconsin, Massachusetts, Vermont, Florida) are in the rear view mirror.       The Canadians staying at our B&B told us over breakfast that they’d met some Texans at a B&B earlier in the trip who were proud Trump supporters.  Newfoundland seems like a strange place for a  Trump  supporter  to go, but I don’t know why  I feel that way.      After breakfast we headed up the hill outside the B&B for a trek over  to a rare sandy beach, the first sandy beach we’ve seen in Newfoundland.   Took off my shirt and shoes and submerged myself in some seriously cold water for a couple of milliseconds.   The...
