Sunday, August 19th, 2018

St. Catherines, Ontario

Fifth Day on the Bruce

It was dark.  I got a head start on Avenue Road.  I met a couple—he, a chef, and she, just interested.  

“Are you a monk?” She spoke with curiosity.

“Yes, and I live there,” I said, pointing to our building, our temple.  “Do come by.  We have a restaurant.”

The couple will visit us somewhere, someday.  At least, it’s my job to invite.

Now, as the daylight was beginning to be a reality, I ambled by on Avenue Road.  My ride arrived and off to the Bruce Trail we went, right next to the Shangri-La Campsite, to reconvene the walk.  The count was thirty.  Yes, thirty of us.  We were like a safari making our way, first along orchards, then into the trees.

Balls Falls was alive with actual water making a drop.  Awesome!   https://www.instagram.com/p/BmrqGbdAJUs/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=1qwczbl4jexr1

Our safari continued going through the terrain of up-down.  Rocks on the trail were rather slippery due to a recent rainfall. Choke cherries and wild grapes were in abundance.

The group of thirty were wonderful, respectful and willing to learn.  With two eating breaks and a great swim at Port Dalhousie in Lake Ontario, and some reading about our guru, Prabhupada, our day’s aspirations were fulfilled.

We completed our safari at some obscure road with vineyards all around and our park / beach fun at the Port.

There is nothing like a safari sanga.

May the Source be with you!

12 km