Today I enjoyed a fine hike through the forested hills and marshes that make up the south end of Cape Spear Path.
Instead of air there was a pervasive fog, wet enough to take a bath in. With every step I took, the forest reached out to me with its saturated branches, frequently dowsing me with splashes of dew. The woodland floor was covered with fresh green shoots which relished in the sprinkles as I passed by. In the trees above me, rival song birds competed in a spirited contest, each proclaiming dominance by firing off complex melodies into the canopy. To me this made the transformation complete, the East Coast Trail had been turned into a full-fledged rainforest: