When we got off the ferry our first impression was that we really were on “the rock” as they say. Harsh and desolate. That feeling quickly dissolved with the first people we met.
Our first stop was in a beautiful campsite in Doyle where the lady of the park asked us if we were coming or going? Jack said coming and she replied with a big smile, “Well, better late than never,” in reference to our late arrival date. While we were chatting with her another camper drove into the site area the wrong way. The campsite lady tsked and said,” Here in
She recommended a local restaurant (converted house) where they were serving Jiggs dinner that evening. She was sure they would stay open for us even though it was getting late and phoned over to let them know we were coming. Intrigued we had to go. It was excellent! A home made boiled dinner with Pease pudding, carrots, turnips, cabbage, salt beef, potatoes and dumplings. For desert we had Partridge berry (local berry) cake and a dark molasses cake both smothered in a butter sauce. We couldn’t finish it all. The owner of the place shared with us that she only offered one or two homemade dishes on the menu and she couldn’t do the business without the help of her new man (fisherman) recently found in Port au Basque.
--Finally saw a live moose after seeing several in the backs of trucks.
--Camping in motel campground close to the beach with crashing waves in Port Au Choux… Rainfall warning... with wind…exciting
