Although drizzling at first with the horizon clouded out by the rain, while we were up there looking around, the fog lifted and we saw the full scene, uncovered, before us. We hadn’t realized that there were lakes right in front of us, beautiful mist-covered bodies of water shouldered by tall tamaracks and evergreens. The contrast between the golden trees, the bare granite, the grey-blue of the lake, and the bright green of the foliage was stunning.
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.
The rain, when we arrived, absolutely blistered. Not much grows on the mantle, so the wind can really whip around the massive hills. We really got pelted but we tried to hike hard to keep ourselves warm. The hike was easy and really neat, with waterfall streams along the way, culminating in a really unique swirling circular rapids and waterfall.