My favorite place to travel is on the west coast of Vancouver Island to Schooner Cove. There's a parking lot and then you have to walk down to the ocean along a long pathway of wooden stairs and walkways and ramps winding through an old growth forest. The closer you get to the ocean the louder the roar of the ocean and the gnarly-er the trees get from the sand and wind and salt. After about half an hour you finally get to the bottom and out into the open, and the roar of the ocean is wonderfully deafening. I feel so small when I'm there and reminded that God is infinitely bigger. I try to go there during storms and watch the wild weather and waves. When they still allowed camping there I would set up on a little cliff and then spend the day walking mile after mile along the sand listening to the ocean and praying, and then at night looking up at the stars and celebrating God for all His goodness.