Though I’ve been visiting the island since I was a little girl, Grand Manan has opened up to me in new ways since I started running. At 21 x 9 miles, it’s just the right scale, and there are abundant trails, long, flat stretches of road, and rolling hills to choose from. Last weekend, I tried a new route–running from the cottage in Castalia to the Whistle and back. After the run to the point, I trotted down to the rocky beach to take in the view.
The Whistle is a lighthouse that perches on a relatively small ledge at the most northerly point on the island, and it is the spot to be at sunset. On any given day, a mix of locals and tourists gather to watch the sun dip below the horizon while catching up on island news.
On the beach, I breathed in the cool, salty air and watched a low hanging fog creep across the rocks. After a few minutes, I scrambled back up to the road for the return trip. This run is seriously hilly, but the weathered concrete is pretty smooth and there’s a decent shoulder if hips and knees need a rest.
After suffering through my first half-marathon on Grand Manan last July, I had decided I’d put off the longer races until the cooler fall temperatures. Two days of running on the island might have changed my mind…
So Awesome Luce, It makes so much sense to be seeing it on “endorphins”
Breathe in that beautiful air.
Great way to put it, Andrea–seeing the world on endorphins :-).