Many thanks to Sheila for this shot from the top of the lookout on the Davis Creek trail – so recent but seems eons ago. That might have something to do with the amount of hiking I’ve managed to fit in since.
So today is a much-earned rest day. I estimate that in three days I’ve gone up about 2200 metres – which is not too shabby.
So what did I do on my “down” day? Well: three loads of laundry, cleaning and dusting (dusting!!!) and then going out with Simon and the dogs to the 80-acre property across the street. It seems that our neighbour, Walter, has been rebuilding the forest in his big land parcel for 20 years and has lots of roads and trails running through it. It also backs onto crown land. He kindly told us that we could walk there any time we want.
I am thrilled to at last have my “back 40.” I don’t have to drive anywhere now when I want to take the dogs out. All I have to do is walk across the road and there I am – hours of trails to explore. Today, we were out a bit less than an hour just getting the lay of the land. Over the next days and weeks, I will thoroughly map it – and I suspect the dogs are going to be very happy about that.
So after we got back I wrote and sent in both my trip reports. Then contacted three agents, wrote in my new manuscript, did my nails – and – whew! Done!
I still struggle at times with being here. Walking through the “back eighty” this morning, I remained quiet and observant, wanting to absorb what I was walking through. This is still a foreign landscape for me. It doesn’t feel like home. The wildness is wild – but it just doesn’t seem to resonate with me. I don’t know why that is.
Yesterday on the way home, Sheila, Nicky and Simon were talking about hiking up some old roads and bushwhacking up a hill where a fire raged some years ago. I’ll do it, I suspect, but I can’t conjure any excitement for it, especially not for walking on roads.
And all of that makes me feel sad. I sometimes want to say to people, “But that’s not hiking! That’s just trudging!”
At the same time, I also look back on the last three hikes – Davis Creek, Lost Mountain and Ymir Peak – loved all of it!
I also know that KMC doesn’t do roads so I suspect there are going to be a ton of amazing hikes this summer. When Simon and I did Gwillim Lakes last fall, we were enthralled.
For me, warming up to this landscape is a slow process. Simon fell in love with it so quickly and I suspect he gets impatient with me at times – wanting me to “get it.” And so I look at the things I love: the people I have met here are extraordinary. The KMC club members are completely wonderful. And I have found many places that make me say “Wow!” On top of that, Simon is making this place look gorgeous – a real home!
And, most importantly, I keep expecting something exciting to happen. I feel it in my bones – that something really cool is about to come falling out of the sky. Wearing a parachute. So as not to concuss us. Pretty cool.