Desiree Anstey

You can see in the distance a small silhouette of a man, my husband, climbing over the rocks. The photo was taken on Gros Morne Mountain in Newfoundland, or “big lone mountain” to the locals.

When we finally reached the cloudless summit it felt like there was nothing else on earth in that glorious moment, and all those trivial problems of the world below were forgotten. From the summit we soaked in the endless sky, the bottomless inlets cut by glaciers, as well as the soaring peaks that stretched beyond the horizon.