Our Stay On Quirpon Island In Newfoundland

quirpon lighthouse inn and cottage, quirpon island, newfoundland

Our stay at the Quirpon Lighthouse Inn on Quirpon Island, Newfoundland and Labrador, promised a unique and fascinating experience.  The location is well written up as one of the five most remote and harshest places to visit and to stay anywhere in the world.  Right there, we were hooked on the idea!

map of quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Quirpon Island is a small, deserted island off the extreme northeastern tip of Newfoundland’s Great Northern Peninsula.

quirpon island across the sea, newfoundland, canada

The only way to get to Quirpon Island is by helicopter or dory.  On the dock in a village by the same name, Quirpon, we hastily transferred our clothing into wet sacks and a hockey bag while we waited for our ride to arrive.  The coast-guard trained “captain” of the boat advised us to travel light.  The pickup point for our return trip might require a hike to the leeward shore should the weather become unfavorable.

cape bauld, quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

The helmsman said that the ocean was calm that day, but still our dory smashed into huge rolling waves; a fine salt spray coated our faces.  He informed us that, within the last week alone, 4 fishermen had been swept off their boats and lost to the inky depths in that very area.

That did little to instill confidence in me as I spotted monstrous surf where the waves were crashing into the looming rocky shore of Quirpon Island; my knuckles grew white as I clung to the edge of my seat.

boat arriving at cape bauld, quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

The 30-minute boat ride soon brought us to calmer waters in a sheltered cove shouldered by soaring sheer faces of rock.

cape bauld, quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

We could see why the island is described as a harsh bit of real estate.  All that was first visible were rocks and rock formations of every shape, size, contour, and texture.

lighthouse on quirpon island, newfoundland

We were eager to walk in the footsteps of those lighthouse keepers who had been manning this bleak outpost since the 1860’s, though the lighthouse is now automated.

quirpon lighthouse and inn, quirpon island, newfoundland

The Quirpon Lighthouse Inn in the original lightkeeper’s home and Guest House is a short hike from the dock where we disembarked.

quirpon lighthouse inn, quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

This photograph was snapped later that day as fog crept over the island.

lighthouse at cape bauld, quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

The modest climb to the lighthouse soon rewarded us with wonderful views.

lightkeeper's house, quirpon lighthouse inn, Newfoundland, Canada

The warm glow of lights inside the lightkeeper’s house beckoned us to enter.  We were made to feel at home by all staff members who call the island home during the summer months.  In the wintertime, all windows are boarded up so they won’t be blown out by the severe winds.

inside Quirpon Lighthouse Inn, Quirpon Island, Newfoundland, Canada

At 4:30 p.m., tea and sweets were served in the cozy living room where guests and staff alike eagerly shared stories.  This would tide us over until dinner at 7 p.m.

the guest house on quirpon island, newfoundland

The Guest House is where Bob and I would be sleeping for the next couple of nights.  Most staff members and other guests were accommodated in the lightkeeper’s house.

kitchen, quirpon lighthouse inn, quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

I loved that the home-cooked meals were taken in the kitchen of the lightkeeper’s home with everyone seated around the table together.  And no one could complain about the delicious selections:  roast beef and gravy, mashed potatoes, turnips, carrots, fresh-baked bread and sumptuous blueberry pie.  We left the table very satisfied.

red fox on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

After dinner, one of the cooks urged us to a window to see a Red Fox that comes around daily.

red fox on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

The fox’s fur was much lighter than what we are accustomed to seeing on foxes in Ontario, almost blonde in appearance.  It certainly was being buffeted by the wind!

red fox on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Following dinner, we and one other couple set off along the trail for the Guest House.  Coming towards us was the Red Fox making tracks for another go at the small pile of scraps set out by the cook.

the rugged landscape of quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Quirpon Island is steeped in mystery and intrigue…there is the French sea captain who died here in 1861; the tragic tale of Marguerite, exiled here by her uncle when she became pregnant out of wedlock on board her uncle’s ship; Dead Sailor’s Pit where 6 shipwrecked sailors succumbed to exposure after huddling for days against winter storms; and the legendary beasts and demons said to torment ships and wayward seafarers in the 16th and 17th centuries.

the rugged, rocky landscape of quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Eager to experience the mystique of the island, Bob and I suited up and went for a walk.  A couple of trails lead toward the plateau and along the cliffs, but fierce winds had us avoiding the edge.

rocky plateau on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Quirpon Island is magnificent in its barren windswept harshness.  We were a captive audience there amid the rugged, raw landscape that seemed suitable for neither man nor beast,

a vernal pond, quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

yet a healthy growth of native plants, nourished by pockets of freshwater, softened the landscape and proved their tenacity to withstand the brutal conditions.

lichens and mosses on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

In the dwindling daylight, the lichens and other low-growing plants transformed stretches of bare rock into a tapestry of copper, ivory and green.

Bob holding sea urchins on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Bob and I didn’t venture too far given the hour and eventually retraced our steps to the boat landing.  Small tidal pools held some surprises for us.  Bob found a couple of Sea Urchins and what resembled chunks of coral.

The fox was watching us from a high vantage point further along one trail where we also caught a glimpse of her playful pup peaking over the hill.  Snow remaining in several crevasses was contributing to the nighttime chill and growing blanket of fog.

quirpon lighthouse lantern, quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

It wasn’t far from our minds the warning that, once darkness falls, it is total with only the flash of the lighthouse beacon to guide us home.  We hastened back to the Guest House.

fog on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Neither the fog horn nor the pounding surf at the base of the cliffs disturbed our sleep, and next morning, we were met with a thick veil of fog as we left the Guest House door to walk to the Lightkeeper’s House for breakfast.

Jean at Quirpon Lighthouse, quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Quirpon Island is blanketed with peat bogs and pools of water, so we changed into rubber boots to be prepared for the soggy conditions.

a trail through the bog, quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Many options were open to us for a hike, each to a point of interest on the island.  These include the foundations of ancient sod huts used by the Vikings, and the site of the original settlement, L’Anse au Pigeon, a quiet and prosperous fishing village that was dreadfully impacted by a sinister murderer in 1929 before finally being abandoned in 1943.  Bob and I struck out on the Red Trail to Pigeon Cove.

quirpon island terrain, quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

As fog drifted in and out, Bob and I wondered if we might catch a glimpse of Marguerite’s ghost said to still be walking the island; others have seen it.  Though she eventually was rescued by a passing ship and taken home to France, Marguerite’s spirit haunts the island after 3 tortuous years spent there in the 1500s.

earl pilgrim's cabin on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

From the west shore of Pigeon Cove, we got a glimpse of Earl Pilgrim’s cabin on the opposite side of the Cove.  One time, a Polar Bear came onshore from an iceberg or ice floe, broke into the author’s cabin and dragged out the mattresses.

a seal carcass on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

As if to support the story of wayward Polar Bears, we shortly thereafter discovered the carcasses of 2 dead seals.

a storage shed at quirpon lighthouse inn, quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

The island was pretty much fogged in by the time we returned to the Inn for lunch.  This small outbuilding, gaily painted in white with bright red trim, added a touch of colour to the hazy view.

jean hiking on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Using the map provided, Bob and I set out after lunch for Cod Cove 2.5 kilometres distant.  Despite the close proximity, our explorations made for a lengthy afternoon.

perimeter mounds of a Viking sod hut on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

We soon discovered several perimeter mounds marking some of the original Viking sod huts, one of which is seen above.

rocks and cliffs on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

The west shore of the island is lined with sheer 200-foot cliffs and massive broken slabs of black igneous rock, but at Cod Cove…

we were able to walk down to the shore.  That is where we found a few treasures…pieces of rope, lost buoys, and other odds and sods.

jean with seaweed on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

This large piece of gelatinous seaweed had washed ashore.

bob hiking on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Back up on top of the plateau, Bob examines some of the broken pieces of rock that litter the ground.  It would be easy to twist an ankle when walking on such uneven terrain.

a mound of Moss Campion on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Adding bursts of colour to the otherwise grey landscape were mounds of Moss Campion.

Northern White Mountain Avens growing on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Mixed in with some of the Moss Campion were these delightful Northern White Mountain Avens, another species of alpine flower.

newfoundland oxytrope on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Newfoundland Oxytrope is another species of plant we found defying the harsh environment.

jean hiking on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Bob and I had to be mindful of the peat and muskeg in the bowls of the plateau.  The terrain in those depressions was so spongy that our boots sunk a good 12 inches with each step taken.  It was akin to walking on thick foam.

a cart trail on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Further inland, we saw evidence of a cart trail used by staff members to ferry guests’ luggage to and from the boat when the more distant landing spots have to be employed.  In places, deep scars were left where all-terrain vehicles had become mired in the mud.  In fact, one vehicle sat unattended, disabled with a flat tire.

trail repairs on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Staff members abandoned that morning’s endeavours when rain set in, so Bob made to use the pickaxe left behind to further the man-made improvements to the trail.

jean relaxing in the guest house, quirpon lighthouse inn, quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Back at the Guest House later, I was keen to read more about the folklore and myths associated with Quirpon Island.  We even purchased a couple of novels written by Earl Pilgrim, one detailing the true story of Marguerite de Roberval.

the west side of quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

The weather conditions the following morning dictated a hike to Grandmother’s Cove five kilometres away.  The ocean would be calmer there along the west side of Quirpon Island for departure back to the mainland.

coastal rocks and lichen on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Like bursts of sunshine, brilliant orange lichen brightened the surfaces of drab grey rocks near the edge of the cliffs.

looking west from quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

As we neared Cod Cove, the departure point for some of the guests,

a minke whale off quirpon island, newfoundland. canada

a shout from the captain of the awaiting boat drew our attention to Minke Whales just offshore.  Every time they surfaced, we could hear them exhale.

When the 2 adults and one baby Minke Whale swam belly up, they were more visible because their white underbellies reflected light up through the turquoise water.  They seemed to take great pleasure in that position.

a Great Black-backed Gull soars over quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

At the same time, we began to take notice of the Great Black-backed Gulls soaring overhead.  Their activity seemed to be concentrated over a nesting group of Kittiwakes on the cliffs below.

a northern gannet off quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

We felt blessed that the fog cleared sufficiently to allow views of several Northern Gannets flying over our heads.

a pair of northern gannets over quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Northern Gannets are the largest members of the gannet family.  We had occasion to visit a huge nesting colony of Australasian Gannets in New Zealand.  We only wish that we had been able to get closer views of our home-grown species.

trail to Grandmother's Cove on quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

As we neared Grandmother’s Cove, the path descended into a more sheltered and forested area of the island.  For the most part, trees do not grow on Quirpon Island, but a few tenacious balsam firs have bent to the continual force of the wind and now are stooped evergreens referred to as Tuckamore Trees.

colourful lichen spreads across quirpon island, newfoundland, canada

Nearing the shore meant much wetter conditions underfoot as runoff from the morning rain found its way to the lower ground.  The pilot of our boat walked inland to meet us.  By 11:30 a.m., we were back at the dock in Quirpon, ready to beat it back to Rocky Harbour.


Exploring Newfoundland’s Great Northern Peninsula

Shipwreck Of The S.S. Ethie Of Newfoundland

Western Brook Pond In Newfoundland

Uncovering the Lost Colony of Avalon in Newfoundland

Frame To Frame – Bob and Jean


  • Thank you for the virtual tour and for planting the desire in us to trace your tracks on Qiurpon Island. We have read many of Earl Pilgrim’s books about the area and the gripping stories of the ship wrecks at and around Quirpon. I boarded for one six month period back in the 60’s in Goose Cove nearby. The people there are just as Pilgrim presents. They are hard working, dedicated, honest, and free.

    What contact did you use to make arrangements for your trip to the Island?


  • Loved reading about the island. Being able to visit such wild and lonely places is such a gift—-and very humbling. Truly a place to gain some perspective on our relationship to the natural world. We stayed on Battle Harbour island in Labrador several years ago. Another wonderful experience.

    • Hi Martha. Thank you so much for reading our blog and for your thoughtful feedback. I agree that being in remote and rugged places really helps us to get in touch with nature. Battle Harbour Island sounds like a place of interest. We will have to look into it and learn more. Thanks again for getting in touch.

  • mavis burton corner

    loved your story about quirpon island places you have been I can only imagine god bless you in future travels xox

  • mavis burton corner brook nl

    I really enjoyed your story about quirpon island you sure have had some great adventures that I can only imagine god bless you both for all your future adventures xo xo mavis burton

    • Hi Mavis. So glad that you enjoyed reading the account of our stay on Quirpon Island. It was a most interesting place and the people, like everyone we encountered in Newfoundland, very warm and welcoming. Thank you for your blessings and for taking the time to send us feedback.

  • Great adventure story. What time of year did you visit?

  • Loved reading about your adventure!

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