Much bigger than its cousins Strickland or Harty, Fauquier (roughly pronounced Folk-yay) once supported a mill. Today the community has a few businesses, but I’m told that most residents commute to Kapuskasing.
There’s a statue of a particuarly conniving-looking groundhog just off the highway, as well as a nice gazebo, soldier’s memorial, and a little parkette. There’s another park just south of the highway, which borders the river and has a little boat launch.
Just east of town, there’s a house with a rather eccentric yard, sporting the Olympic rings (?), some wooden sculptures (??), and a family of inukshuks (???). I didn’t get to take a photo, as the truck behind me was following too closely to safely stop and admire the uniqueness.
Like all the francophone communities on northeastern Highway 11, it is extremely well kept with a church, a dépanneur (convenience store), an LCBO outlet, and a small food store. There is no gas station, however.
The Den, right on Highway 11, is a good place to stop for breakfast. I’ve been there a number of times and it’s pretty decent.
Thanks to Patrick for most of the photos.