There is a land where Pacific waves crash on the shore, whales breach just yards away, wolves walk on the sand to find meals in tidal pools leaving tracks as gifts in the morning to collect, and eagles soar more prevalent than seagulls. Nootka Island, only accessed by float plane or kayak. Remote. Wild. Alive. Adventure.

The vibrant landscape is contagious and seeps into every cell as we backpack along the coastline, dipping into jungle like forested headlands, scaling down to the beach and rocks at low tide, balancing on washed up trees bleached from the sun. Campsites tuck themselves into sheltered spots as abodes for the night. Campfires. Reflection. Connection. Transformation.

We weave our web among each other ~ connecting at the truest level ~ accepting each other’s journey ~ belonging to this group of fast forming family.

Back in the floatplane, we lift off from Nootka and head to the land of perfect surfing, Tofino. We grab surfboards, wetsuits, and gear up for learning about riding the waves. We play and float in the waters that have lulled us each day as we were backpacking. Full circle, we camp close to shore, we dive more deeply with each other and what the moment brings.