No, it wasn't in Lake Crescent (pictured), but I saw my first whale this week—a humpback with a tail so big, my eyes are still trying to convince my brain it was real. The water has looked so much deeper ever since.
Since moving from Toronto, I've seen dolphins, otters, deer, elephant seals, harbor seals, sea lions, eagles, and even a seagull eating an octopus.
And, oh boy, do not even get me started on the spiders. 🙈
Last year, in California, I saw my first mountain lion, which I 100% thought was a kangaroo. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It's amazing living out here on the west coast, in a world that reminds us it's been just barely tamed. It's an honour, really, living amongst ancient trees, on land that's been home to Native Americans for at least 14,000 years.
How can you behold it with anything but reverence? How can you walk it with anything but respect?
I shake my head at politicians in this country who seek to smudge fact into fiction, turning environmentalism into a dirty word and convincing folks who don't know any better that the earth is ours to pillage, that our actions have no consequences.
Maybe I'm luckier than most. I grew up camping every summer with my family for weeks at a time. I learned to see outdoor time as precious, and to feel comfortable feeling small in the wilderness. I still seek out large bodies of water so I can stand at their edge and shrink down to the speck that I am.
Compare that to those who would prefer to dominate at all costs, lest they feel their place in the universe too sharply. Those aren't my people, we don't effortlessly connect, but still I hope to reach them.
Come visit me. Let me show you how small and wonderful you really are. xo.