Saturday afternoon we headed north to Little Talbot Island State Park. With a spirit of adventure we decided to take on the four mile trail that eventually leads out to the Atlantic Ocean. The changes in scenery and elevation were often so dramatic that we didn't know what to expect next. Centuries of oceanic activity has left this area with some pretty amazing terrain. Sand dunes have become forests. Forest have become dunes. The changes are daily yet millennial as well. There is a sense of timelessness there. Something ageless and eternal.
As we made our way closer to the trails' head we could hear a faint sound in the distance. Almost like a distant buzzing at first and then louder and louder, the ocean's roar grew in our ears. Emerging from the woods into a clearing we discovered some of the biggest sand dunes we have ever seen and simply could not leave them unconquered. One by one, single file like ants we climbed to the top and were taken back by the breath-taking view. The ocean, blue and vast in the distance just beyond the last bit of woods.
At that point, almost instinctively we knew what was next. Shedding our shirts and shoes like shackles of fear, we ran toward to the water's edge awaiting us. Into the deep submerging ourselves we swam, splashed, frolicked and played. Like children laughing, our cares and worries were taken away with the ocean's tide.
Refreshed, Awakened once again, we were greeted with a spectacular sunset on the way home. The perfect ending for a perfect day.