Directly beneath us, schools of yellow tang mixed with small black fish with neon markings, bigger rainbow fish, and so many others, all together. We swam after them, they’d stop at a coral and nibble and then, as one, swim away.
That change of seasons is all the more distinct on Newfoundland, it seemed. We were really excited to have so much freedom of choice. We found a lovely, deeply recessed campsite with no neighbours that we could hear, let alone see. We set up camp – it was still a little misty. Behind our site there was a little trail, so we took that to the ocean. Again, we were completely alone. It still blew me away to be so close to the ocean – it just feels so huge.
The trail changed terrain several times, from steep but wide, to twisting and narrow. It opened up to the sea a few times, and we were high enough up that if we looked directly down, you could see the waves crashing against the rock wall below. The trail ended at a beautiful spot, directly in the sun, overlooking a rocky outcropping where the waves crashed and tangled.
I need time in nature, I need to see and experience beautiful things. I need to be challenged and I need to be alone. And I need to feel like I’m making the world a better place in my own way, and my way has always been so focused on women. I didn’t come up with any answers that night, not exactly. But I’ve been working more toward what I want and away from what I don’t want. I’m confident that even if I don’t know where I’m going, I’m moving wholeheartedly toward something good.