I didn't realize it at the time, but when we crossed from Lubec Maine onto Campo Bello Island it was Canadian Thanksgiving Day.
Walking on the southern edge of Herring Cove as the gale from the night before blew out, I watched seals sheltering nearby. It reminded me of the visit I took in the winter to northwestern Scotland, and the remote monastic island of Iona.
After I checked in as the sole guest at the hostel, I walked along the beach and a seal followed at a distance in the impossibly Bermuda blue waters.
So I called out to our friends on the beach, and a few did turned towards us to see, their dog like faces & distinctive markings clearer. And sure enough they followed, popping up and disappearing in turns, as we walked down the beach, as curious about us as we were about them. When you respectfully interact with animals, when you see them and honor them, and they see you, it is such a thrill.
With the clouds racing overhead, stormy gray sea on the gray beach, firewood in the car to keep camp warm that night, nowhere to be & no one to be, and only wild sea dogs & my dog as company, I felt pure joy & totally free. And complete gratitude for freedom.
This is why we hit the road, and seek the unknown.