June 17,18 Port Aux Choix NFL and Labrador

June 17, We drove to Port Aux Choix and camped right on the beach. This is the view out our front window.

All these villages on the water are fishing towns. I can't imagine what its like in the winter. Its a rough and dangerous way to make a living but these people are rugged individualist and love the life they live. Many families have been here for generations and continue the traditions of their forefathers.

The towns are all so neat and clean. Although some homes are older and need repair, they pride themselves on keeping trash picked up and yards neatly trimmed. See the cute little trash can cover.

June 18, We traveled a short distance to St. Barbe NFL to board the ferry for Labrador. It's raining again, but who knows - in 15 min. it may stop. Here's the front of our boat. This is a

shorter ferry trip and the waters are calm. We went up to the top level which offers a great view of the water. Joe is busy watching for whales. We met other travelers from the states and enjoyed talking with them and hearing about their other journeys.
Sam and Margaret decided to stay below in the comfy lounge chairs. I think Sam is already yawning!

We landed at Blanc Sablon, which is actually in Quebec Canada, then drove 53 miles to Red Bay Labrador. This is a very small village, but our reason for coming here is big. There is a family here who adopted three young boys, rather than have the children split up. Marilyn, the foster mother to these kids runs a small restaurant, does all the cooking and sews the clothes for the people in the town. She makes her own patterns and sews on a machine donated by one of the Yankee RV caravaners. Each year the wagonmaster and caravaners brings gifts of new or used items for this family and others located in more remote villages. It is difficult to get certain items and very expensive since it has to be shipped or flown in.

The gratitude of these people was so touching. Our visit is the biggest thing they look forward to each year. We had lunch at the restaurant, which included some of the best seafood chowder we've had so far.


Labrador extends farther East than any other part of N. America. Really, the sun comes up here at 4:00AM. It's about the size of Colorado with a population of 30,000. This village was originally a Basque whaling community. After visiting the museum and Information Center, I have a much better understanding of how dangerous and difficult a life this was. Joe is standing in front of a boat used to assist the whale hunters. The other fellow is a replica of an Inuit Eskimo hunter and the bones are from a whale's fin.

This picture shows an Inushook, rocks stacked on top of each other, which was used to help hunters and other travelers find their way home. Guess it would stick up above the snow so they could see it??????

This is a place where eons of glacial action, erosion and geological movement have left a reminder of how this earth looked a million years ago. Only the stout hearted could survive and thrive in this environment. I will never forget this place and the proud, self reliant people who live here.