As promised, here a few of my favourite post-fog pictures from Grand Manan.
Most of these were taken on Hike #2. Although we couldn't see much beyond the coastline, I enjoyed our trek through the mist. It had a surreal, almost ethereal feel to it. I connected with the imperfection of it all: the dampness, the rugged terrain, the crooked wind-shaped trees and the thick bushes of wild roses and potentilla blooms that seemed determined to thrive in such an unfriendly climate.
I wish I could convey the
experience of the fog - how it felt on my cheeks, how it constantly transformed the landscape or how the chime of the foghorn echoed on the ocean's surface. I wish you could feel the muffled silence of the fog, broken by the crisp blow of a whale beneath the cliff. But alas you can't. With humility before Mother Nature's prose, I offer you these few snapshots to compensate.
Enjoy ...
(Thanks to D. for pic #5.)





Labels: Camping, Hiking, Outdoor living, Travel