It had been two hours since we last stepped foot on land. My arms had begun to tire; I laid my paddle across my lap and allowed myself to drift. My surroundings were vast – steep rolling bluffs thick with lush green pines, shrouded in a hazy sea mist and set to the enormous backdrop of a boundless grey sky. Where the bluffs met the sea sat rugged cliffs and pebble stone shores dotted with driftwood and thick green-brown seaweed. Deep breaths, I reminded myself- meant to both revive my depleted energy, and take in the intoxicating sea air of the unbelievably untouched western coast of Canada where I found myself.
September 22, 2015