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 walk took us by some old paddocks, a graveyard, and, of course, gorgeous coastal vi