I’m sitting here listening to the rain from the remnants of Hurricane Patricia pound the skylight. It is forecast that by early this afternoon, the winds are going to pick up dramatically, and I’m guessing this will finally be the death knell for the golden canopy of leaves currently gracing the landscape.
Earlier this week, the weather was playing nicely, so Helen and I took advantage of the clear skies to get out for more hiking on the nearby Bruce Trail.
I can’t resist posting more photos of the autumn colours that were still so jaw-droppingly gorgeous. This time of year is so special and seems to pass so quickly … it would be a shame not to celebrate every minute of it while we can.
This was the view from the top of the Niagara Escarpment overlooking the Nassagaweya Canyon with the Midland Outlier on the other side forming the opposite wall. We had hiked along the ridge of the Outlier, through the Canyon up to the top of the Escarpment.
I’m sure that by the time this storm passes, little of this glory will be left.
We encountered several groups of rock climbers scaling the walls of the Outlier into the Canyon below.
… hanging by the proverbial thread …
No – this is not on my list of new things to try … something about being adverse to plunging to my death. Besides, I don’t know how to tie a decent, reliable knot … and it’s not from the lack of trying.
Our 17 km hike took us along several side trails we hadn’t travelled before, including Crawford Lake which is the site of a reconstructed 15th century Iroquois village. It was here that we discovered a number of wonderful wooden carvings – several in the form of benchs.
These were a few of my favourites:
This hike – like many parts of the Bruce Trail – featured an endless dance on rocks, tree roots, and a thick carpet of golden leaves … usually hiding the tripping hazards of smaller rocks and roots.
We try to be cautious of our footing since a fall would not have pretty results. Over our various hiking adventures, we’ve narrowly avoided serious injury on more than a few occasions and we’re sensitive to the challenges of attempting a medical evacuation from several kilometres into the trail. This is definitely not something we would like to experience.
In spite of the physical effort and complaining muscles of hiking on this trail, the beauty and peacefulness of nature keeps drawing me back. It’s like a drug I’ve become hopelessly addicted to and I can’t seem to get enough.
Then there is Helen – the person who inspired me to start this hiking lifestyle 2 years ago. She simply turns towards the sun – her face like a solar panel – recharging her energy for more.