Dundas, Ontario
Back to the Bruce
Oksana, who grew up in Latvia, joined our small troupe of
walkers. The Bruce Trail, at the nine
kilometre stretch we achieved today, brought memories to her of when she was
young. It was the vegetation of maple,
oak, beech, spruce and pine, and the shrubs and wild flowers which reminded her
of the past.
David, Pariksit and Jay were the other comrades. ‘Sherman Falls’ was stunning. One section of the trail veered off putting
us in a loop. Where did that white
marker go that clearly demarcates the Bruce Trail? That lost twenty minutes or so was not
something we regretted in the least. The
tree canopies were so rich in colour and smell.
We adored the heights of these, our best friends, the trees. https://www.instagram.com/p/B3TubzCAqNd/?igshid=1p1fgdhzllmtu
Blue jays, amongst all the birds, seem to dominate the
kingdom of creatures in flight. People,
too, we found, were in greater numbers more than on any other length of the
Bruce that we have ever experienced. Was
it the temperature of 19 degrees Celsius, the over-castness, the lack of
mosquitoes, or it being Sunday that was the big draw? Or all of the above?
By the time our quota of nine clicks was completed, I
realized how fatigued I really was. I
went for a lie down on the grass. I went
to sleep fast for a mere seven minutes.
Thank you Krishna, for that.
A park personnel in a white truck pulled up. I was informed by the woman that I was
drawing too much attention. Well, I was
a few metres from a rather busy road, Governor's Road. "You are not allowed to sleep in the
park," was her final conclusion.
Oh well, yesterday I ate some pumpkin pie on my
birthday. Today I ate humble pie.
May the Source be with you!
9 km
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