Two of my best friends in the world were beside me, all three of us across the country from where we grew up. Whales were spotted in the distance. The sun was shining, and then setting over the pacific ocean. I picked up a little trash on the trail to do my part, feeling like if I cleaned up a little that I deserved to be there in the splendour of the whole situation. We climbed and hiked over the black rocks for a better view, and all nine of us were mesmerized by giant waves. The company was excellent, the Black Rock Resort and the trails surrounding it in Ucluelet were stunning, no photo I've seen or taken there, including the ones below do it any justice. I was in love with everyone, and everything, sentimental before it was over. It was one of those days.
I haven't been as happy as I was that afternoon in a very long time.