After a rainy and very windy night, the dawn brought bright blue skies and lots of wind. After coffee we took an unexpected drive to the town of Seldom to find the dump station. The Brimstone Head RV Park is the rare park without a dump station and the only public one is in the hamlet of Seldom, 10 km. away.
Afterwards it was back to Fogo for scones and coffee at Punch Buggy Pizza and Coffee to once again enjoy their good coffee and excellent scones. This morning it was Ginger Apricot; yesterday they had Lemon Cranberry.
Suitably sated, we were back on the road to Joe Batt’s Arm, the home of the Fogo Island Inn and the Great Auk. Our first stop was at the inn, a quite exclusive place where rooms are about $5,000 a night, but it is all-inclusive. It is more impressive architecturally in photos than in person but is was worth a look. We didn’t check in.
At the end of town is the local park, Ethridge Point Park, and the trailhead of the Joe Batts Trail, a 5-km round trip path along the shoreline to Joe Batts Point and the Great Auk. Aside from the great views across to the town and the imposing Fogo Island Inn, the trail passed several small coves and "gazes", little stone hunting blinds on the water. It also went by a very modern building which is an artist’s retreat. The charitable foundation that owns the Fogo Island Inn, also built several reteats to support their Artist-in-Residence program.
At the end of the trail is the Great Auk, a large bronze sculpture of the now extinct species of the same name. It is quite striking standing out on the rocky shore. It is taller than Ellen but I believe the bird was a smaller in real life.
After the hike, we stopped at Growler’s Ice Cream and bought a pint of ice cream to have after dinner. We would have gotten some to eat there but we wanted to have lunch at the Cod Jigger Diner in the center of the island. We were going to split our orders, mine was a club sandwich, Ellen’s a cod sandwich, but she found her’s so good that she reneged on the deal. The club sandwich and fries were also quite tasty.
It was back to camp where our trip was to be cut short. When we got there I noticed that the cover for the rooftop air conditioner was no longer there. In Fogo's impressive winds, it had been blown off somewhere during the day. We were sure it was present the day before because we could see it on our photos from Brimstone Head. We retraced our path several times but it was not to be found.
The cover is a special-order item which would be hard to replace on the road, especially if not staying in one place, so we’ve decided to leave Newfoundland and start home. Supposedly the AC will not leak into the van, so we want get back and replace it. It would be nice to avoid the rain, but it is in the forecast, so home we go hoping that the AC itself survives.
One final surprise for the day, our ice cream, which both of us thought was Molasses Raisin was indeed Molasses Raisin Bread, a very odd sensation indeed.
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