Today we are traveling up the lone road out of town, into Labrador. Our little car climbs up the huge hill, turning at the top as we round the corner of the cliff that we can see from our house. We pass through the first town then, ahead is a straight road with hills, valleys, and grass on our right and left. One long lake has a floatplane docked at the only house we’ve seen on the road. We climb up another hill and before us is the ocean. We can see a few icebergs of different sizes. The rays bounce off the ice and I can see the deep blue beneath the surface where the ice is more dense.
The land in Labrador is vast. Brown, grey, and green fill my eyes. There are hills, cliffs of rocks, and clusters of small trees. We travel parallel to the ocean. Each small village sits on its own separate bay, and although there are many curves, there is only one road that connects them all. The ocean always seems to reappear over the next great hill.
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