See the line where the sky meets the sea, it calls me

I’ve always loved water. When I was a kid, I’d spend most summer days swimming in the nearby lake or paddling in the creek in my inflatable rowboat. I would spend hours on end enjoying the water, whether I was on it or in it. I loved it. I enjoyed these adventurous water voyages, until it was time to go home, only to be repeated the next day if I could. Even though I’ve never been a good swimmer, I was a water rat, plain and simple.

That connection with water never truly went away, nor would I want it to. One might say it’s even sort of hereditary: my granddad joined the royal navy in his younger years and he travelled around the world. I have a few photos from his navy days and I’m grateful to have caught a small glimpse of what he would have seen all those years ago. I feel that in some way our love for water, our love for the wide open sea, is something that connects us posthumously.

It’s difficult to put into words the feeling I get when I’m on a boat or in a kayak. You have everything you need right there and you can go anywhere. When I’m near or in the water, I feel adventurous, open, like anything is possible. When I’m in the water, I feel I can relax. When I’m walking on a beach, the sound of waves coming to shore is soothing and beautiful to me. When I’m on the water or near it, I feel free.

Enjoying a paddle in the Kenepuru Sound, New Zealand
The beautiful ferry crossing from Wellington to Picton, New Zealand
Enjoying a sailing trip in the Kenepuru Sound, New Zealand
The waters and beach of Oban, Stewart Island, New Zealand
A sailboat in the Nelson Harbour, New Zealand

Water is my favorite place. What is yours?

Published by Alive and Trekking

Dreamer. Adventurer. Traveller. Geek. Idealist. Nature. New Zealand, Nordic countries and the Arctic.

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