Standing on that ruddy cliff overlooking a violent ocean, with the wind ripping at our coats and threatening to blur our vision entirely, I had a moment of complete devotion. I felt so connected to our sublime planet and her machinations, and my tiny but never insignificant position on her. I had been gifted with the experience of seeing a sliver of Canada, and to go from one end to the absolute tip of the other felt like a pilgrimage.
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.
We loved seeing the little creatures that lived in these water collections, little urchins and anemones and other things we weren’t quite sure about. It’s like a universe within a universe. Did the creatures even know they were on land – did they know how many humans passed them every day? Were they in more danger there than in the depths beneath the waves?