After some many years of wanting to take a hike, I have finally experienced a 13km hike in all its glories and a few of its hardships. I convinced a friend to join me in my trek with the Toronto Bruce Trail Club members…someone who is willing to wake up early on a Saturday morning and take a jaunty ride on a school bus from Toronto to Grimsby.
When we got off the bus we had a pit spot (yes, using the woods to relieve ourselves…which is a bit dangerous since I can’t identify poison ivy) and covered ourselves with bug spray. My first hike started off with a steep climb and the trail had a fair amount of hills to be climbed, slippery paths to slide down, boulders to be negotiated, as well as fallen trees and mischievous tree roots to be dealt with.

The scenery was gorgeous. Every once in a while you could see a neat orchard below the escarpment. We came across Ball’s Falls which is 2/3 the height of Niagara Falls.

At one point I came out of the woods and I found myself in a soya field and started to sing “The Hills Are Alive With The Sound Of Music”. La la la la.

For about ten minutes the skies were very gray and we heard the roar of thunder. I know that it is very adviseable to head for shelter, but if you are in the woods where can you find shelter?

Then we came across this cute white church surrounded by the sound of bagpipes…and the wedding guests were entering the church in their beautiful attire while I stood there in my muddy clothes.

Then we went to a peach and apricot farm for a little insight into the growing, harvesting, and shipping of peaches. I always wondered why the peaches of my childhood were so fuzzy. It seems that peaches are now defuzzed with jets of water. I bought a basketfull of peaches and ate a whole yummy bunch as I chillaxed after that intense workout.
I felt so good about doing it. Proud of myself really, even though I did not find it very hard to do and I was not sore the next day. Just a sense of achievement and the lasting memories of the beautifully lush landscape.