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.
I was pretty hard on myself for the effort and exertion I went through to climb the switchbacks up again, but despite feeling like my pace wasn’t up to par, I observed that I was passing everyone on the trail. Even though it was difficult, and I was panting and sweating, my endurance is pretty spectacular.
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.
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.
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.
As a writer, I really enjoyed travelling the woods that she would have travelled as a young woman. I, too, had acres of property to explore when I was a girl, always running away with a backpack full of book, climbing up rock faces and spending hours alone in the woods with my little notebooks.
All said and done, our distance was closer to 10k, and we saw beautiful lookouts, we heard about a bear but didn’t see it, and took lots of little breaks, sometimes on provided benches – what gifts! Lots of peaks overlooked the cape, so we took photos and at the end of the hike, Christine took about fifteen minutes to photograph the seagulls divebombing into the water.
We smoked a bit of pot and saw an alien spaceship. Okay, I’m only kind of kidding. We saw something that definitely did not move like anything you see on earth. It jerked through the sky so fast we lost track of it, but it came back. We thought maybe a drone, but those aren’t exactly speedy and this moved like it was propelled somehow, but the trajectory was too random and all-over-the-place to be anything like a plane.
I especially wanted women to see what is possible when it comes to women travelling together or even solo. I think women belong in the world, experiencing anything they want to without fear. The world isn’t that way yet, but I do my best to get us closer to that.