Always Surprises

Bud didn’t want to drive all the way out on the peninsula again just to see Long Point, but I persuaded him. You never know what you might find. (On the way out we stopped at Gravels Pond and I checked the water, brackish, figures.)

The first thing we found was this hovering helicopter. It was just hanging offshore at a tiny town. There were other pieces of search and rescue equipment parked around, but it looked more like an event than a rescue operation. Maybe a fundraiser.

A disclaimer here, the next pictures I took on the way out, so the orientation is wrong. On the way down the peninsula the open ocean was on the left. I am presenting them to you in the order we saw them on the way in, even though I waited to take pictures until we were leaving.

So, we turned right to go northeast on route 464. The map program said it was 14 miles to Blue Beach, at the end of the road. First we came to the town of Winter Houses (Maisons d’Hiver). It turns out that’s exactly what these were in the late 1800’s. Families who lived and fished in Black Duck Brook decided to build houses here, which used to be forested, to get away from the winter winds. The forest is gone but the houses and the name remain.

Next we came to a house with a huge yard enclosed and decorated with stones.

We still don’t know what this is about, but we loved the moose.

After about seven miles the road turned to gravel and the power poles stopped. Not too far along here we came to several fields where they had cut and baled hay. Not what we expected out on a peninsula that was less than two fields wide.

On the way back we stopped at this rocky place. This is a worn ridge of rocks, the “backbone” of the peninsula.

From on top of it you could look across the road to the Gulf of St. Lawrence.

Turning the other way you could see the Port au Port Bay. That was the width of the peninsula at that point.

We drove on through the wind-trimmed trees…

until we suddenly drove down a little hill into Blue Beach.

We certainly didn’t expect this tidy little harbor. And if you look at the sign you’ll see they have no vacant berths, there’s a waiting list!

There are no services for these little cottages,

but a number of them had solar panels.

It’s a deep and well protected harbor and obviously popular.

It didn’t look overly full to me…

but there were also some boats up on the hard.

What a cute little place.

You never know what you’re going to find at the end of the road!