Entry #3
Fogo Island, the very definition of the end of the road. The last outpost of land before the rocks slip under the liquid and plunge into the abyss. There is nothing beyond this place but a myriad of icebergs carried by the Labrador current.
This area is the epitome of isolation. Homes over a century old pot mark the seaside grasping to anything they can. Some have been kept up while others teeter on the brink of ruin, forever at the mercy of a strong Nor'easter. The residents take it in stride, it's their home and we all understand that no place will ever match home.
Fogo does hold some surprises for those willing to seek its shorelines. Juxtaposition comes to mind when describing the
Fogo Island Inn.
Modern minimal design perched above the natural Canadian Shield. The spruce clad monolith is an architectural wonder, the antithesis of anything I'd ever expect to stumble upon in the Canadian East.
The hotel was established as a social enterprise to give new life to the island via employment, financial means and a way to draw more people to the last signposts. The best part, it is working and that is just cool. Reinvention through innovation.
Over and above the hotel there are four unique homes spread across the island that are unlike anything I've seen. Built as artist spaces through residency. They are only accessible by foot traffic and are located in some of the most majestic settings imaginable.
Modern isolation.
It's simply raw beauty here.
