Islay, Scotland

Islay (EYE-la) was wonderful! At the top of the page is the view from my room at the Port Askaig Hotel. Bottom line up front? If you are a scotch drinker, then absolutely go! If you aren’t, you may find other parts of Scotland just as beautiful, easier to get to, and a little less expensive.

I picked up a car in Edinburgh and drove cross country to Islay. The car was quite small, which turned out to be the right choice. Driving on the left hand side, with the stick on the left, on narrow roads took some getting used to. Well I didn’t get used to it – I just was eventually able to loosen my grip on the wheel. The 150 mile trip to the Kennacraig ferry terminal took four hours.

The route took me passed Loch Lomond and through the hills. I don’t have pictures that are able to convey the scenery. That is especially true for the section between Loch Lomond and Inverary. It had just rained, and I now have a new conception of the word “freshet”. The rain water cascading down the mountains in numerous freshets, against a background of amazingly varied shades of green was astounding.

From Kennacraig it is a two hour ferry ride to Islay.

Islay from aboard the Caledonia-MacBrayne (CalMac) ferry

I only toured two distilleries and that was pushing my luck. Scotland has zero tolerance for driving with alcohol on board. Zero. If I go back, I’ll arrange for a taxi, tour, or something. I highly recommend planning better than I did.

While I may not have planned well, I was lucky. I picked two distilleries with very different approaches and processes; Bruichladdich (BREWK-laddie) and Caol Ila (Cull-EELA, sorta rhymes with tequila).

Bruichladdich was founded in 1881 but really started its current product philosophy with the sale to new owners in 2001. The plant retains much of the equipment and processes from 1881 and is vocally committed to an artisanal approach to the product. I didn’t take many pictures during the tour as I was so captivated by the distillery and the guide. The picture above on the right is the still room. On the left are the stills for Bruichladdich, Port Charlotte, and Octomore Scotch Whisky. “Ugly Betty” on the right is where all of The Botanist Gin is produced. Bruichladdich was again sold in 2012 to its current owners, family owned Rémy Cointreau.

Caol Ila is a very different experience. Owned by Diageo, the Caol Ila tour is clearly one component of a coordinated marketing approach by Diageo, who also owns Johnnie Walker, Talisker, Lagavulin, Singleton, and over two hundred other alcohol brands sold in 180 countries. I’m not saying it is bad – I learned a great deal. Caol Ila started selling to Johnnie Walker in the mid-19th century and about 85% of its output goes into Johnnie Walker products. This distillery is not about old world craft, it is about modern process control. Much of the front and back end processes are no longer done on site. But the mash tun, washback, and distilling is here and it is beautiful. While I’ve had plenty of Johnie Walker, this was my first experience with Caol Ila single malt product. It is great product.

It probably shows through that I liked the Bruichladdich tour better than the Caol Ila tour. I’ll likely drink more Bruichladdich in the future, but purely for sentimental/emotional reasons conveyed in the visit. But I will be happy to drink Caol Ila (and Johnnie Walker) when it is in front of me!

My final thoughts on Islay. It is an island. Everything coming on or off comes by ship. That makes shortages of items in stores and restaurants inevitable. And what is there is expensive.

But like many islands, that separateness creates a community spirit and a self-sufficiency. While the Port Askaig Hotel is a little worn, I had the most memorable and the most pleasant evenings of my trip so far on Islay. I hope to make it back someday.

Natuashish, Hopedale, Postville, Makkovik, Rigolet

The blue line is the trip north, staying outside the worst of the ice pack and skipping three ports. Still plenty of ice and required the icebreaker the whole way.

The pink is the trip back, hugging the coast and getting into all five ports. And still had the icebreaker all the way back to Lake Melville.

We stopped again in Natuashish, population 856, the only Innu community on the itinerary. Then on to Hopedale, population 596. Next was Postville, with 177. Finally Makkovic, with 365. It was high school graduation in Makkovic. Three graduates. The whole town turned out. A few came on board looking for potato chips with which to celebrate. Apparently they’ve been out of chips for months. Very happy to have the ferry running again. Unfortunately there were not nearly enough chips to meet demand.

All of the Inuit communities were extremely welcoming and apparently happy to have fresh faces to talk with after a long winter. So interesting to hear of school life, fishing, and family life in these small, remote, northern communities.

From Makkovic, it was back to Rigolet, saying goodbye to the icebreaker on entering Lake Melville. Seven days of ice. From Rigolet we sailed overnight on open water back to Goose Bay. About three days delayed, but very pleased with the Journey.

While we may have run out of chips, meals on the ferry did not lack for volume. My turkey sandwich. A slice of bread. And gravy. And another slice of bread. Three scoops of mashed potatoes. Carrots, peas, and cranberry sauce. And another ladle of gravy.

There were fifteen of us that made the round trip. A couple from Germany on a five year world tour in their very impressive German RV. They had already driven South America and a portion of Central America. Got sidetracked by COVID, and now had their RV shipped to North America and are continuing their trip. We had another German couple, two couples from Prince Edward Island, two couples from Ontario, a women from Maryland, and a retired member of the US Navy. And me. The variety made for great conversations as we milled from group to group and watched the ice go by, or compared notes from shore excursions. There is definitely something to be said for slow travel. Though it certainly doesn’t come naturally to me – I’m learning.

Ferry to Nain, Labrador

The plan was to leave Happy Valley-Goose Bay of Sunday the 18th with stops in Rigolet, Makkovik, Postville, Hopedale, Natuashish, arriving in Nain about 23:30 on Tuesday. Departing Nain at 0900 Wednesday and reversing the trip, arriving back in Goose Bay about 06:30 on Friday. Hoping to see some icebergs and sea life somewhere along the way. That was the plan.

As I mentioned in my last post, that plan got seriously bent when the ferry couldn’t get back to port on time due to excessive ice on the southern circuit. My trip north was delayed 24 hours and Makkovik, Postville, and Hopedale were stricken from the itinerary because there was too much ice along that section of the coast to get into the ports. All in, maybe that was a wash – we leave a day late, but don’t have three stops to make, and we get back to Goose Bay on time and the ferry service is back on schedule.

First stop Rigolet. Six and a half hours from Goose Bay. Except for us. Eight hours later we are in Rigolet, a little late, but uneventful leg. Although at this point, I learn that we will have no cell service and no WiFi, at least until Nain, and maybe not then. A quick stop for passenger and freight to unload and we are back underway about 22:30. Off to bed while we start the crossing to Natuashish. The plan is to sail out past the ice, up the coast, re-cross the ice to get to port. The crew is very vague on how long that might take. Looking at the normal itinerary, I am guessing 24 hours. I later learn that they have never tried this before.

I wake up and go out on deck at 06:00 Tuesday and am surprised to see we are pulling into port. When I ask the Purser where we are, I am told, Rigolet! A crew member slipped and hurt themselves overnight. We have returned to Rigolet to get them flown back to Goose Bay for treatment. We depart Rigolet at 09:30, now 35 hours behind schedule. But it is a beautiful sunny day.

A beautiful day to meet up with the icebreaker. Have I mentioned the icebreaker? No? That’s because I had no idea. And where do you think we meet the icebreaker? Correct, right in front of the sea of ice. Which is absolutely amazing! But. Do you think we sail faster or slower when traveling through ice? And I learn, the icebreaker doesn’t sail 24/7. I’m unclear if that is because they aren’t crewed for round the clock operations, or it is unsafe to operate in the dark. It seems everyone is unclear on that.

Whatever the reason, we and the icebreaker come to a dead stop at 20:30 on Tuesday and drift in the ice. I have an inside berth with no windows. It is dark. I do not think there is any actual sound, but the ship rumbles and vibrates every time a piece of ice strikes the hull. I marvel at this through the night. At 07:00 Wednesday we resume our sail, following the reinvigorated icebreaker. The crew will offer no estimates of when we will arrive in Natuashish. I borrow the Purser’s satellite connected tablet to send out a quick email to family.

Wednesday is gray, windy, and rainy. Sail on!

We dock at Natuashish, population about 300, at 22:00 to unload passengers and freight. This is the first freight delivery since last Fall when ferry service stopped. Sunset is at 21:47 local time, so we won’t be getting underway until the morning.

This is the Solstice, Litha, the longest day of the year. I did try to light a candle for Litha; wind and rain on deck made that impossible. I thought lighting a candle inside the boat would get me marooned in Natuashish. I did my best to think Litha appropriate thoughts.

We depart Natuashish at 07:00 on Thursday, with our ice breaker, bound for Nain. Warm and foggy this morning. The sun seems to be trying to burn through. 37 hours behind.

Arrived in Nain and went ashore for a few hours. And a cell signal! Will post this and then provide an update when I get back to Goose Bay.