I did not smell these flowers. What possesses people to plant these right beside the Trail? What on earth?
Who wouldn’t call this almost-steaming sourdough bread from Eugenia Emporium some form of trail magic? Should have bought two! And the baker brought us free coffees! Trail Magic from a Trail Angel!
(Hanging in a hedgerow beside a field and a swamp: as the sun goes behind some clouds, a Wilson’s Snipe is winnowing; Blue Jays scolding me from right above my hammock; Gray Tree Frogs serenading everything; Crows mobbing something in one direction; a Barred Owl inquiring “Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you all?” in another direction)
We rounded the south end of the Beaver Valley today and put the sun behind us. 383.9km left until Tobermory. Actually, now 377.2km left now. At our overall pace, that’s about 19 days left. Realistically, we’re now quite capable of 25km per day, so perhaps we could reach Tobermory in the single digits of June. No rush. No hurry. Too many factors to predict …
found the perfect heart-shaped rock for my wife! … but I’m not carrying it home from Eugenia Falls …
A curious and frequent occurrence, especially on Trillium and Maple seedlings is this sparkly sprinkling dusting the surfaces. It’s also on my week-&-a-half old pack. Perhaps it’s sap dripping off broken maple twigs high in the canopy? I must taste it … If so, it could amount to a potentially big energy leakage from mature maples into their overall ecosystem. Might there be some benefit to the whole system from this?
Is it OK to end this blog post with this?