Looking through God's Window
It’s funny….there is not much to say about a hike. But standing on top of the mountin, you could see for miles and miles. It was kind of like looking out of God's window. It wasn't what is officially titled "God's Window"...but it was beautiful enough to be so. The blanket of water stretched forever. The mountain range stood tall. As I stood up on top of the mountain looking out over the Atlantic Ocean, I suddenly hit me that I was standing in a place farther south than I have ever been before.
When we got down to the bottom, Kate and I laid on the beach for a little while. At least we tried to. It was so windy that as we laid in our swimsuits and the towels we bought at the grocery store, the sand pelted us like an exfoliater which forced us to splurge for the beach chairs being rented by the locals. Kate and I found ourselves tempted to go into the water, but the touch of the water to my toes, made goosebumps appear on my arms and legs. Then out of nowhere, Kate dives in head first. She was a brave soul….not me..no way. Too frigid.
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