Day 26: Sydenham - Bayview Escarpment, 649 km completed

We woke up at the crack of dawn this morning. Packed up as the sun was rising and got started. We were out of water so decided to make breakfast and refill at Bognor Marsh. We were delighted to find out that there was a washroom and pavilion. Such luxury.

The marsh was scenic however the overgrown and wet vegetation was a pain.

The trail often crosses roads at fairly regular intervals and you find yourself looking for the next road crossing to feel the accomplishment of finishing a section.

So when we went a couple of hours without a road crossing it got a little uncomfortable. How much further, you wonder? Did I hear a car? It’s not that you’re tired or want a break, it’s just that you are used to tracking your progress in distinct segments. So when finally we started hearing cars, neither of us said anything. I think we were afraid of scaring away the road - we had been duped before.

We felt a great sense of accomplishment when we got to the road crossing and we were able to enter a section of the trail “known for distinct geological features” as Chris and the book would put it.

There was the glacial pothole that an entrepreneur pioneer had broken a hole through to create a basic lime kiln. There was the remnants of the old homestead. And finally the coolest thing was a very, I mean very, narrow passage through the escarpment. So narrow in fact that it warns those with big packs and claustrophobia to detour.

After lunch it was a short road section and then another long (9 km) section in the forest along the escarpment. I was prepared though, and had broken the section up in my mind. Trust me, it helps. After that it was a short 1.1 km on the road to our waiting spot. We’ll be picked up and transported to our campsite in Owen Sound.

Turns out a 35 km day wasn’t so bad.

Chris’ parents are joining us and we are looking forward to a yummy meal in town and no packs tomorrow!

Wildlife Wednesday
We saw some deer this morning! It always seems like we spot deer on our longest days. It’s like they know we need the inspiration.

Deer in North America we’re almost endangered in the 1970s but thanks to conservation efforts there are almost as much deer now as there were in Columbus’ time.

Happy Trails,
Natalie