The end of the earth? Well, a long time ago the Flat Earth Society believed that Brimstone Head, where we were staying at Fogo Island, was one of the corners of the earth. It did look like the sparkling blue ocean just went on forever. On the ferry ride over, Pa and I were invited in to the bridge by the captain! They had and old fashioned steering wheel that they actually used, no auto pilot, and a repeater to send signals to the engine room (they didn’t use it).
Fogo Island looked liked a mash of different centuries and places. The tundra with stumpy trees reminded me of Alaska, and the little red shacks along the water looked like a picture of an eighteenth century village. The people were very friendly, and it was pretty hard to just take a walk without spending hours chatting with locals. A lot of people had Irish accents!
We did a few hikes, and one of them was to a sculpture of an auk, an extinct bird. We got an added bonus: a herd of caribou was grazing near the trail!
