OK, it’s only 2 kms more than what I have been doing every Saturday since the beginning of September, but it was amazing….because… I walked these 12 kms on a Thursday morning. I usually walk 10 kms every Saturday, but I decided to up the ante and do an extra walk mid-week – partly because […]
Today, I walked 7.2kms in an hour and a half!! It’s my best yet. And….and…I’m not tired!! I also had a 6lb pack on my back. OK, I was walking on pavement and the terrain was mostly flat. However, I had walked this same path three weeks ago and I had to take a break
I copied this from FaceBook and had to share. It speaks to my soul. Hiking – “I don’t like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains – not hike! Do you know the origin of that word ‘saunter?’ It’s a beautiful word. Away back in the Middle Ages people
At the risk of posting twice in close succession about poetry (I could lose the few readers I have), I feel that I have to give you (and me) a little more Mary Oliver. These are excerpts of simple poems that say so much. From “The Journey” You strode deeper and deeperinto the world,determined to
Friday night we had “lighting of pumpkins.” Well, let’s say we tried to have lighting of pumpkins. I tried outside, at first. However, the wind blew out the matches and the candles every time. Plan B – light them inside and carry them outside. It worked except the rain put out a candle or two
That’s Brucing, not sprucing. Let me explain. It begins with Thanksgiving dinner on Friday night. We started doing this a few years ago, when a friend couldn’t make “the feast” on Saturday or Sunday. I loved it, because we were then “free” to go away for a day or two over the long weekend. This
Last Saturday the forecast was for 25ºC and sun. We decided to forego our usual routine of grocery shopping and house cleaning to savour the few remaining days of really good weather. In the morning, with lunch packed, we headed out to the Hockley Valley to hike that area of the Bruce Trail plus two
This oh no! moment came after lunch. There are these times in life, when we seem to move from the tediously mundane to the very cliff edge of existence in just a few minutes (OK, maybe half an hour). Let’s begin with the mundane, lunch. It was difficult to find a decent sandwich shop in
Finally a day of almost complete sun. After breakfast at Craigies in Tobermory, we drove to the Fathom V National park, paid our entrance fee – less than $15.00 – sorry I can’t remember it exactly – sun fever no doubt 🙂 and began our walk. Here you have a choice of trails to take
I can’t say Tobermory without thinking of the character, Uncle Tobermory, from the Wombats of Wimbledon, but that’s an aside. Tobermory at the end of the Bruce Peninsula, where the ferry leaves for Manitoulin Island, is a very popular spot. Its main recreational activity seems to be underwater diving. We saw several groups of divers
