It’s been a while since our last post (our apologies) because we’ve been in Ontario for our university convocation. The trip was wonderful and sunny, but we’re glad to be back at the hostel and ready to sink our teeth into the work that needs to be done around here, like building the deck and digging the garden.
But first things first. We need to do something for ourselves and experience some of the beauty that we’ve been missing for the last two weeks while we were away.
I’ve decided this summer is about just doing things. No excuses. Just get up early, just go for that jog, just cut back on coffee. So when Martha’s dad, Tim, said, “Hey everybody, let’s go see the sunrise over the Skerwink Trail tomorrow,” my tired body said “No,” but my underdeveloped little self-discipline muscle said, “Just do it.” So we did.
The sun rises at a mind-boggling 5:00am here, but the Skerwink trail is one of the most incredible places to see it. We felt like the first people awake in the world as we climbed to the lookout in our pajamas, groaning about the early hour and longing for our warm beds, but it was already incredibly bright in that grey, early morning way as we rounded each bend. Finally, while stretched out across the dewy grass, we saw the sun breach over the grey-scale hills on the horizon. And boy was it worth it.
Proudly, we returned home for a day of digging and cementing and building, satisfied that we had done that one lovely thing for ourselves.
And once it’s done, you kind of forget the struggle and only remember the wonder. We strongly recommend the sunrise hike — summer’s the perfect time to flex those self-discipline muscles, and the things you struggle to make yourself do usually end with the best stories — and the best pictures.