I am having big grief. My hiking partner isn't available on the weekends right now, so I returned to the Iroquoia section to have feelings in the woods while distracting myself with podcasts.
I can see a difference in my face these days, with the Big Grief happening. I don't know if anyone else notices, but there isn't really anyone around *to* notice. I'm very much working on Fake It 'Til You Make It and it's exhausting.
LJ meets me at my end point to drive me to my start point, where I left off in *checks notes* April. She walks with me for 10 minutes or so, but I'm glad when she leaves so I can be alone.
This hike takes me through all sorts of Hamilton.
This hike takes me through all sorts of Hamilton.
It's a bit confusing at times on the rail trail portions, as blazes are few and far between. When I poke my head into the forest on each side, I can see trails, but no blazes. At least there is some good moss along the rail trail.
Eventually I come to the Wentworth stairs, which I had been dreading.
At the top of the stairs I meet some people who are preparing to head down them. We chat and I learn that he is training for the El Camino trail and has signed on to write a book about it, as someone with chronic disability. In the few minutes we chat they both tell me they're queer and they are both really cute, and I get his name. I have zero game when it's 29C. Or at any temperature really.
This is probably the weirdest portion of the hike. I have a 17th edition of the guidebook and I should look up to see how this section has changed over the years.
Back into the forest, I can see evidence of encampments and party spots. One spot has the remnants of several naloxone kits. Later on, I come across needles and I don't have anything on me to dispose of them. I shove one off the trail and cover it with a broken bottle.
This is a good hike for mushroom spotting, and I find ones that I haven't seen before, including oyster mushrooms and this raspberry slime mould.
There are also a number of waterfalls on this hike but some have been fenced off.
I overshoot where I've parked my car because I get distracted on a phone call to MEG, who I call to keep my company in the last 10 minutes. It's hot and I'm lonely and have been thinking too much and I know she's always up to distract me.
In a brilliant move a few weeks ago, I had thrown my swim gear into the car, since the Beaver Valley section is close to Lake Eugenia. Once I get back to my car, I drive down to Van Wagner's beach, awkwardly change in the car (so sweaty!) and go for a quick dip. It feels incredible. I haven't been swimming yet this season and after all the swims last summer, I realize just how much I've missed being in the water.
This lifts my mood a lot, as does the stop at SAIL on the way home to buy new water bottles (my Nalgene cracked, and my water bladder leaks) and a glasses strap, since my glasses have been sliding off during hikes due to sweat.
Bonus: Home is only an hour away. Plus this felt like an "easy" 17 km hike, given the amount of pavement.
Stats:
starting near marker 23.2
ending near marker 40.5
total hiked today: 17.3 km
total Bruce Trail hiked since starting: 361.5 km
Bonus: Home is only an hour away. Plus this felt like an "easy" 17 km hike, given the amount of pavement.
Stats:
starting near marker 23.2
ending near marker 40.5
total hiked today: 17.3 km
total Bruce Trail hiked since starting: 361.5 km















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