Place of First Nation peoples, wild cranberry bogs, old houses, old stories, haunting tales, the whistling chill off of the North Atlantic bellowing southward through the chinks of old, old homes. The sky as bright as bluebird frenzy, the sea pure and cold, the energy of the land itself, weathered, but tough. The spirit resilient if just a bit pampered come tourist season.
Gifford Hirlinger- It started out simply enough, growing grapes and selling them to local wineries. But after a couple of years they decided to complicate their lives by getting into the winemaking aspect of the business… resulting in Gifford Hirlinger.