The Coast of Maine
I adjusted his hat to fit my head just right and tightened my shoe laces one last time before we started down the trail. Neither of knowing what to expect; as this would be our first hike of the trip and our first hike along the coast of Maine.
We continued quietly as our senses were bathed with the uniqueness of our surroundings. The fresh air of the forest smelled like Christmas luring me in with invigorating motivation. Fallen leaves dusted the boulders along the incline of the trail appearing more like rose petals sprinkled with gold flakes and blanketed by a pink aura.
Always leading our way, he reached the clearing before I did. Yet, he waited patiently for me to catch up so we can reap the rewards of our labor together. As I looked up to see him, I could finally see the blue sky laced between the tall alpine and fur trees. I felt the excitement of the unknown build within my core.
The path began to twist and curve teasing us with obscured views of the ocean lined by the rocky cliffs before branching out into several separate sections like fingers leading us down to the cliff’s edge. Each with it’s own unique picturesque view to behold. We quickly scurried over the lose rocks and boulders like we were mountain goats so to be sure to capture every available angle that was offered.
We watched as the waves crashed against the rocks below. Observing the ebb and flow of the sea I soon became hypnotized by its rhythm. I stood up and with my arms spread wide open I listened to the sounds of coast as I felt the wind against my body as I was rocked in the arms of Mother Nature.
Taking our time we explored the ins and outs of area without another soul in sight. Carefully he lead me down into the narrow crevasse that laid along the cliff’s edge to what appeared to be a hidden throne. I took my seat and through our secret corridor I watched as he observed all that encompassed us. The colors surrounding us seemed to come to life becoming brighter with every wave that rushed to the shore. Feeling the imminence power that had been building between us since our arrival, he turned and joined me upon what is now our sacred throne.
Together we’ve traveled thousands of miles. Hiking trails from northern Montana, the rocky mountains of Colorado, the steep red rocks of Arizona, the coastal prairie of South Florida and numerous places in between. Each one holding a special place in my heart and a memory never to be forgotten. So, I shall add to the ever expanding list of adventures that have become my life’s experiences… the coast of Maine.