Friday, July 24, 2009

in Dundas, walking takes many forms...


...according to species: here a Turtle Crossing sign on the 8okm/h Cootes Drive, a busy road for motor vehicles and turtles, with obvious trauma to the latter. Note to drivers: turtles don't tend to dash onto the road like the rabbits, so please drive with care and let the turtles live to lay their eggs. Some turtle species in this area are considered threatened so it is a matter of species survival.

In the photo you see the road, the sign, and the multi-use trail to the right. Walkers seem to pose little risk to turtles...
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Saturday, July 18, 2009

lilium superbum

Turk's Cap Lily: "the largest and most spectacular of our native lilies" alongside a trail in Grindstone marsh, Hendrie Valley.

I am proud of my old 2.0 Mega Pixel digital camera for this shot, and whatever forces of creation make such a beautiful life like this Lilium Superbum (in this case, maybe the Latin name isn't the best..)

And a note to a minority of trail walkers: a reminder to leave the plants where they are for others to enjoy!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

On the Bruce Trail - Hamilton to Dundas

Last fall, not long after I moved from Dundas to nearby Hamilton, I took a hike along the Bruce Trail from Dundurn Street in Hamilton to Governor's Road in Dundas. It was a sort of connecting pilgrimage that I felt I needed to do at the time, a way of saying, it's not that far, I can walk there. Well, that, and the inviting beauty of the trail that helps transmute the daily noise of living into a long, solitary, and highly enjoyable hike.
I did the same route today, this time a summer walk in glorious sunshine, and it took longer to reach my destination as I was able to linger without the threat of a chill. In all, I was walking for a little over five hours. Well, walking and snacking, taking photos, dipping my feet in a forest stream, stopping for lunch at Sherman Falls, etc., but alone, mostly walking, and trying to be present while letting the stresses of life fall to the wayside.
Not having anyone with me was just right today. Sometimes I just like to set my own pace, and not have to worry about talking or adjusting my response to another's needs. Being able to find your natural rhythm is by definition not a group activity.
The route takes me from Hamilton, through Ancaster, and into Dundas, with distinct natural habitats encountered along the way: deep forest streams, open fields, escarpment bluffs.
When I got to the end of my route through the woods, I went to a bus stop to wait for a ride back to Hamilton; after a few minutes a friend drove by, saw me, and pulled over to offer a ride. It was a great way to break the silence.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

walking with the portable Thoreau


"...the walking of which I speak has nothing in it akin to taking exercise...but is itself the enterprise and adventure of the day. If you would get exercise, go in search of the springs of life."

"Walking" by Henry David Thoreau