I didn't set any goals for this. I'm pretty good at failing, so I didn't want to set myself up to fail. But November has hit and I begin to wonder whether I can finish the Niagara section before the end of 2020. This fucking year has been brutal on me and my mental health is fragile, to say the least. I'm trying to be gentle on myself but that's not my best skill.
I'm completely solo on this hike. Annie is at home and I set out from where I left off on the Brock campus (marker 28.3). I learn about Biden's win before starting out and it makes paying $15 for parking less painful.
The weather is incredible today. I end up in short sleeves and sweating. It shouldn't be 23 C in November, but climate change is real. If you look closely at this photo, you can see some standard classroom chairs have been dragged into the woods. Probably a great place to chill out when school is in session and not virtual.
I cross a couple of bridges and evidence that beavers are closeby.
In bending over to take a photo for iNaturalist, I discover what I must look like to plants when I lean in to take their photos.
I would really like to know what this fungi is. Anyone? 
I can't remember the last time I saw a full-body photo of myself, especially one that didn't make me cringe. After years of being overweight, I've shed a lot of weight and have had several awkward convos with neighbours and family about this. No, I don't know what I weigh because I don't own a scale. No, I do not want to borrow your scale. No, it wasn't entirely on purpose. I look great? Well, it's related to health issues. Oh, you still think that's wonderful. Well, fuck you.
My weight loss secret? Eating low carb because I was diagnosed with diabetes in the fall of 2018. Add pandemic stress. Add grief over being estranged from my kid. Add the emotionally abusive end to a toxic relationship. It's been 4 months since the relationship ended and only because he cheated, not because I had the ability to recognize it as being toxic. I'm still not invested in feeding my body because this pandemic makes investing in life and living very unappealing.
I come across someone using a tree branch to take a selfie and wait for her to move on so I can use the branch myself. We exchange a few words - she's also aiming for an End to End but has the support of friends and family at each end so she doesn't have to worry about parking and shuttling and the like. Later, on FB, she shares with me the photo she took that shows me hovering in the background, not wanting to startle her and not realizing I'm still in her frame.
My weight loss secret? Eating low carb because I was diagnosed with diabetes in the fall of 2018. Add pandemic stress. Add grief over being estranged from my kid. Add the emotionally abusive end to a toxic relationship. It's been 4 months since the relationship ended and only because he cheated, not because I had the ability to recognize it as being toxic. I'm still not invested in feeding my body because this pandemic makes investing in life and living very unappealing.
Right, I was writing about hiking. I end this hike just outside Short Hills Provincial Park and call an Uber. I need to not be inside my head any longer. All told, this hike costs $35 between parking and an Uber.
Stats:
starting near km 28.3
ending near km 36
total hiked today: 7.7 km
total Bruce Trail hiked since starting: 36 km
starting near km 28.3
ending near km 36
total hiked today: 7.7 km
total Bruce Trail hiked since starting: 36 km
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