Serpent River, Ontario
By
the Serpent
There, it was nice on the feet, feeling the
moss under them, as well as grass, twigs and stones. Some spots were wet, some dry. We were all barefoot, feeling the same
sensations underneath in the park at Serpent River, the youth’s annual place to
chill after a hectic but elated time in Toronto.
Unique about the river itself is the way it
twists—it actually snakes around. At the
end of the rapids, I traditionally dip in and allow the current to give way to
the natural water-slide which then pushes you farther into an easy-going
whirlpool.
The boys love it. They took advantage of a canoe left for
use. This is native territory and
perhaps the conveyance is shared by those who can appreciate its purpose. There’s thirty of them (the boys) and then
adults to guide and supervise. I wish
there had been a Conscious program for guys like me when I was a young teen.
As usual, I'm not one to wait for everyone
to get ready for the next destination. I
mentioned to Kish that I needed to get some more serious walking in than an
amble on the moss.
“How long before you pick me up, going westbound?”
I asked Kish, the person mainly in charge.
“Oh, about two or three hours.”
“Fine!”
It ended up being five. By 10:00 p.m. I was ready to ascend those
steps in the bus. But in the meantime,
on my five hour walk, I had the pleasure to view the old brittle rock of “the
Shield,” as they say. To be with the white
pine and to hear the white-throated sparrow, a bird of the north. I became oblivious to the traffic sounds
along this stretch of the Trans Canada Highway.
It’s the sounds and sights of God that are there to cherish.
May the Source be with you!
20 km
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