We wake to the dead quiet of a trailer park filled with sleeping occupants. It takes us a bit to drag our stiff and achy bodies from our quilts, but when the sun hits the side of the tent we know it is time to move. We sit at the picnic table to eat our cold oatmeal, but we make hot coffee and tea, another luxury. The tent and everything else is completely soaked through with dew. We make empty attempts at wiping it down, before stuffing it away dripping wet.
When we start riding, my ass resists fully resting on the seat, but my legs are also too tired to keep holding myself slightly above it. After a few minutes I stop feeling much if anything at all.
We wake up to the sound of our alarms in the Best Western Mermaid of Yarmouth, Nova Scotia. I’m sleepy but the excitement of starting the adventure propels me out of bed. We pre-ordered our free grab and go hotel breakfast last night, and when I go to pick it up I discover we have ordered WAY too much food. There are eggs and sausage, fruit, yogurt, muffins, and cereal for each of us. If it was later into the trip, I may have easily devoured it all, but my nervous early morning stomach isn’t quite up to the task today.
It feels like it takes forever to get ourselves dressed, packed up, and into the car, but eventually we are on the road to the Cape Forchu lighthouse. We take a few minutes to enjoy the view with our lovely friend Katherine, who kindly agreed to accompany us to Yarmouth and then drive our car back to Halifax.
Greetings blog followers! I apologize for my almost year and a half of silence. Life after the PCT has been weird and exciting and amazing and really, really hard.
Here’s the Sparknotes update: After a long and difficult 7 months of long-distance, Gummies finally moved to Canada with me at the end of May 2018. We got married on July 21, 2018, and about one month afterwards, relocated from Ontario to Halifax, Nova Scotia, where Gummies is currently pursuing his masters degree in urban planning. About one year after he moved here, we received the exciting news that he had been approved to become a permanent resident of Canada!
I’ve been thinking about my “hiking backstory” recently. I’ve been hiking literally longer than I can remember, so I went straight to the source (my parents) to gather information about my early hiking days. We all had a good time going through family photos (warning: this post will be photo heavy) and reminiscing about hiking trips of old.
Travelling in style during my earliest hiking experiences
My first hiking experiences began at the age of 5 months, although I’m not sure those really count seeing as I rode along in a pack carried by my dad. Early hiking excursions included trips to Awenda Provincial Park here in Ontario, Grand Manan Island in New Brunswick, and Mackinac Island in Michigan.
My first ever (self-propelled) hike! Now my little brother is in the backpack.
I spent this past weekend enjoying the ‘luxuries’ of car camping for a few days. I travelled up to Bon Echo Provincial Park for two nights of car camping with my parents, where we completed three short hiking trails, and enjoyed other activities such as canoeing, swimming, and playing cards in the shelter while it poured rain.
Our campsite! (Highly recommend the Hardwood Hill campground)
Some of the luxuries of car camping:
Waking up to the sound of pouring rain, and knowing you can relax in the tent as long as you’d like
Eating meals with more than 1 or 2 ingredients (and fresh fruits + veggies!)
Cold cans of beer
Sleeping in the mansion that is a free-standing two-person tent
Photographic representation of the luxuries of car camping
Since this is a hiking blog, I’ll focus on the three trails we completed: the High Pines trail, the Clifftop Trail, and the second loop of the Abes and Essens Trail. Each of these trails will have a short section below.