I knew it was going to happen eventually. Hints of it had been swirling around almost since the beginning.
Helen suggested we abandon the TransCanada Trail.
We had reached that self-imposed limit of a 2-hour drive for a day trip. It was time to start planning multi-day trips.
Add to the mix that the TransCanada follows an old rail bed which makes it largely flat and unchallenging. Great if you’re cycling, but boring as death when walking. I had been pushing for a few weeks that we switch back to bicycles, but cycling is not in Helen’s comfort zone.
While the original Bold Plan has been put on ice, my intention of continuing to explore my province and country hasn’t changed. In fact I already have 2 cycling trips planned into Quebec this summer … but they will be solo trips, without Helen.
So, this week instead of heading on our continuing trek eastward towards Quebec on the TransCanada, we headed northwest to the Bruce Trail – our first and true love.
We went from endless kilometres this on the TransCanada ….
To trails like this on the Bruce …
A few weeks ago, a friend of my son’s sent me a link about an interesting section of the Bruce Trail located in the Mono Cliff Provincial Park. She wondered if I had done it. I had not.
In our 900 km end-to-end trek of the Bruce 5 years ago, Helen and I had only hiked the main trail. I had gone back to my original blog posts about the Bruce, but there was no hints of anything noteworthy in this particular area. In fact I had barely given the Mono Cliff Provincial Park a mention.
There are dozens and dozens of side trails left unexplored and it appeared that this might be one of them.
So yesterday, on a sunny and warm Monday morning, we made the 90 minute trek to Mono Cliff Provincial Park in Dufferin Highlands to find this interesting section of trail we missed the first time.
We completed the entire 4 km loop recommended by the article and did not find the targeted section of trail we were promised.
While we were contemplating our various options, we encountered another hiker who was able to confirm what we suspected we had done wrong. It meant going back around for a second tour – including that heart-thumping climb up the escarpment.
It was worth it.
It turns out that we were looking for only a small section of about 100 metres off the main trail itself. There are no signs to indicate what is only steps away.
This is what we had been missing!!
Were we happy with our change in plans? You bet!