When we decided to hike the nearly 900 klms of the Bruce Trail we weren’t sure we’d stick with it but we were determined to try.
There are moments on this hike that keep you going and sometimes those moments feel like entire days. Glorious days where the sheer magnificence of what you’re seeing and hearing makes your spirit soar…this past weekend was filled with those.
Yes it rained on our first day and the mosquitoes were dreadful at times- but they just helped us pick up our speed.
It was breathing in the highly oxygenated air, fragrant with the scent of the forest and rain in springtime that lifted us up. How many glorious shades of green could there be?
It was looking ahead on the trail and seeing a huge deer looking back and not reaching for our cameras because the moment would be fleeting and we didn’t want to miss one second of it – then she bolted, flicking her white tail at us she ran in panic until she had located her precious fawn and ensured it’s safety. We cherished that moment for hours.
It was moments of quiet reverence as we mourned the trees lost through the past winters ice storm or uprooted by unnatural winds.
It was having hundreds of toads clamour across our path as they hopefully hunted the mosquitoes and we cheered them on!
It was standing open mouthed at the beauty of the hawks soaring over the forested peninsula below us as we relished the victory of our tough climb.
And then it was the smaller moments of companionship as my friend Cheryl and I walked in comfortable silence or chatted about our families, politics and life along the way.
These are the things that keep us going onwards to Tobermory or wherever we end up – distance measured in moments not kilometres.