Just west of the Beauport Abbey, the pink granite coast begins. We were there at low tide as the wind picked up. It wind whipped my hair around, and I had to make sure I didn’t fall of a rock into the sea. At the end of our walk, the fog started rolling in and gave the coast an otherworldly impression.
When I’m facing a day of 100+ degrees, your moody, cool coastal photos are even more appealing!
What an amazing place filled with mystery and wonder. I love all the rock photos, and would like to stay in that cottage. So beautiful.
That little house between the boulders–can you imagine living there? So interesting!!