to clear your head

Walking the Signal Hill Trail is one of the highlights of St. John’s. I found myself with some extra time last weekend and realized I needed to take advantage of this beautiful city I now live in.  The Signal Hill Trail is a must see, as far as I’m concerned. This photo below is the view facing East. Just looking at the ocean calms my soul.20130721-045414.jpg

This is the beginning of the trail.  Lots of stairs.

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See the lighthouse in this picture?  This is Fort Amherst and it is the same lighthouse that is in my Blog Header.  It is also the same place that DH and I got engaged.  Good Memories.

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Along the trial there were some wild roses growing stubbornly through and around the rocks.  You could smell them as you walked!

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The walk took me about an hour, but I did keep stopping to take photos.  How can you not with a view like this?

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This photo below is the only really dodgy part of the trail.  And it looks worse in the photo, I think.

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I stopped in front of this hole in the rock and it was so interesting!  It must go through to the other side of the cliff toward the open ocean, because as I stood in front of it, I could hear the roar of the sea and there was a cooler breeze coming through the rocks.

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Signal Hill also overlooks the city and St John’s Harbour. The sun was just starting to set so it wasn’t a great time to get a photo of the city – I’ll have to get up early one morning and get some sunrise photos.

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These last few flights of stairs on the way back up are fun haha.  There were two nine year old (I’m guessing) boys that flew by me on the stairs as if I was standing still.  I really wanted to bottle their energy!

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As I was finishing up, the wind was whipping my hair all around and my heart was pumping. A great feeling and an even better reminder why I love St. John’s.

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my homing beacon is calling me

Directions have never really been my thing.  That internal compass some people possess, just doesn’t exist in me. Turn me around and I’ve lost track of where north is. So not being someone who likes feeling lost, I have learned how to use a map REALLY well and can navigate anywhere as long as I have map in hand (not that helpful in the woods, but great in the middle of Paris lol).

So in those times when a map is nowhere to be found, I always joke that my “homing beacon” automatically takes me East – towards that place I still call home, even though I haven’t lived there in almost 20 years. Being a Newfoundlander is a special thing.  I definitely didn’t appreciate it when I lived there, and couldn’t wait to leave when I graduated from university.  But over the years, in each visit home (and each homesick moment here in Ontario) I have re-framed my view on that beautiful place way out in the Atlantic Ocean. Along the way we have instilled in our two children the importance of home and family and now it is time to put our money where our mouths are, so to speak.  The four of us are packing up the house and moving back to St John’s this summer.

Not an easy decision, since our life in Ottawa is pretty sweet. But it’s now or never. My kids are teenagers and getting older by the second (eek!). The pull towards our family and the ocean has worked its magic and we are taking this crazy exciting leap and moving “home”.

My dh has an amazing internal compass.  When we are off the beaten track, he has led me down many paths. And each time I implicitly trust him to lead me home (left to my own devices unguided, it is debatable whether or not I would make it myself lol).  This new path we are taking is a combination of that gut instinct of knowing in your heart where you need to be, combined with a figurative map to help us make the best decisions we can.  This blog is about our migration home and any adventures on the way.

My homing beacon is calling me.