By Bhaktimarga Swami
Rajasuya, Ananta, young Gopal and I headed down the Bruce Trail, just a short 5 kilometre stretch of this long 840 km footpath, the oldest of its kind in Canada. I guess you could say it’s an official start of another walk, one that I plan to tackle in spurts, by way of day walks. http://brucetrail.org
In any event, off we went to the area of Lake Kelso, which, at the start by Old Bell School Line, was naturally adorned with red sumac. We were greeted by a host of birds seeming to have a party. These Canada geese made for a landing at a fish habitat, and at the base of a cliff along the Niagara escarpment. A frog, a snake, a squirrel, chipmunk and blue jays were also about to give us some companionship outside of our own inner circle.
Oh, and there were enough of those mountain bikers—seems to be a guy thing—who whizzed by, always with a verbal “Hi!” while they were getting ‘high’ on their adrenalin rush. No doubt this trail has its ups and downs, rocky in places while roots of maples, oaks, and more are exposed, giving hiccups to a cyclist and less-so to a walker.
In fact, this kind of path is the best; not regular in its texture, not flat but bumpy. You can’t get better than this. There are look-out spots that offer awesome vistas. It’s like being in a kind of heaven, really.
Oh Krishna, thanks for this day, for these companions and a most exhilarating place to be.
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