The persistent rain subsided briefly for my visit to the Cape St. Mary's ecological preserve. Home to a mind-boggling 70'000 avians, the rookery is located on a steep cliff facing south toward the white caps of the North Atlantic. A flock of sheep scatters out of the way as I climb down to the sheer rock wall. The roaring wind makes it hard to take pictures, nearly prying the phone from my fingers. It's a long way down. Murrhs, cormorants and gannetts swirl on the rising air currents like snowflakes. It feels just slightly warmer than a snowy day...but only by a few degrees.
In May 2014 I quit my job to ride a Honda Ruckus over 69'000 mi and counting. Wild camping most nights and cooking most of my own meals, I keep the costs low and the landscape changing.