Tucked away at the end of Port au Choix down the Point Riche Rd, you will come upon this scene, literally “at the end of the line” … any further, and you’d be into the Atlantic. I was so grateful they have finally paved the road all the way in now, as its gravelled, pothole-ridden predecessor was a little sketchy even on 4×4 tires; however, it has lost some of its mysterious charm on the way in!

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They say “nothing burns like the cold”, and it is often true here … you step out of your Jeep and my goodness, you hold onto that door because it will slam open with the gale and you’ll be heading to a body shop for repairs, even on a mid-summer day that wind keeps on kicking… Seems fitting though, the grey day and the moody weather, hauntingly lonely and yet beautiful in its own way.

It’s a towering sight though – 19 metres tall I believe, and was built in 1892. Still active today, though I have a feeling all who sight it from a boat are more “blown in” than “guided”…