On Sunday evening I got back from the second of my two trips up to Bruce Peninsula. Trip 1 involved yurts. Trip 2 involved tents. In today's post, I'd like to share some pictures, but the report will be somewhat disjointed, as I will mostly just point out events that go with the pictures.
We were a group of 7. Marie, Dave, Vaughn, Melissa, Ben, Kevin, and me. We went up in 2 groups. Group one included me, Melissa, and Dave. We drove through tornado weather. We thought we were going to die.
Melissa and I saw big dust clouds signalling what we think may have been the touchdown of a tornado. We arrived safely and pitched the 2 tents that we had brought with us. We then attempted to make a fire, but everything was so wet that it was very difficult. When the rest of the gang arrived, they pitched the other tent, and we got a fire going. Dinner that night was apples, carrots, hummus, and three roasted chickens Ben had picked up from a Fiipino restaurant in our neighbourhood. It was a little hard to fall asleep that night, but in the morning, we were up pretty early. We made what Marie termed "breakfast boats". This was necessary because out of the 7 of us, nobody brought a pan or a pot. Oops!
We set off for a hike, and lo and behold, just like my last trip, in the same place except on the other side of the bridge, we spotted a snake. He was hard to follow, but after some movement he resurfaced with… a fish in his mouth. Wildlife hunting in action!
We made it to Georgian Bay and the Grotto. Ben and Kevin went for a dip in the cold waters. They were very brave, since it was also a very windy day and the waves were choppy.
After a while, we hiked to a rock beach on our way back to the campsite for lunch. Here is Ben and wilderness.
Many photo ops presented themselves. Here was a beautiful dragonfly that decided to chill out on Vaughn's tent.
We picked up a bunch of sticks on our way back from the hike. They would serve as our food cooking sticks. Vaughn whittled them with a whistle (well, I don't think he whistled, but we can pretend he did, since it sounds cheery). He did a wonderful job. Those sticks made our marshmallows and hotdogs feel safe and properly pierced.
The fire constantly going and the light shining through the trees made for some interesting photos. Here is Dave looking like he has Cyclops' powers, except with smoke, not lasers.
After a visit to the Singing Sands Beach (the dip in Lake Huron served as our "shower" for the weekend), we went back to the campsite for dinner. Dave's mother - bless her heart - made kalbi for us. 20 pieces of wonderfully delicious, authentic kalbi. Oh, we ate like kings that night, for we also had burgers and s'mores.
Later in the evening, Vaughn went for a swim, and when he came back, he informed us that a big snake was chilling by the beach. I was the first out the door. We went down to the beach, and there she was. A big, beautiful, hungry snake.
She was eating some kind of salamander. She got very nervous when we approached close, and she backed up into this tree trunk, curling her tail up and out of sight. It took her quite a long time to eat. In fact, we were there for…. oh, I'd say over half an hour and she still hadn't finished her meal by the time we left. A lot of people passed by and were curious what we were looking at. We presented Snake (what a creative name) proudly to passersby, explaining what was happening.
We watched the sunset as the mosquitoes started to really dig into us. Some ducks swam by. Here was a straggler.
On the last day, Sunday, we reluctantly packed up and loaded up the cars. We went to a rock beach (Little Cove) and hung out there by the rough waves. We threw rocks into the lake, and I ran up and down the beach, a most precarious exercise on such uneven chunks of rock. Afterwards, we went into Tobermory for some delicious Fish n Chips. We hung around the docks for a bit after lunch, and then, sadly, it was time to go home. I'm glad we had such beautiful weather to end a beautiful trip.
Trips like this can really make friends grow closer. But I find that not just the trip, but the aftermath of the trip helps friendships grow. I can certainly say that on Monday, after such a wonderful weekend away, and the reality of being back in the city sinking in, I was inspired, and my love for my friends grew infinitely. I realised that my friends are here to stay, and that nothing - really, nothing (except maybe murder) - can take them away from me.
This week promises to be a very good one. I've been busy with social events and it's only Tuesday! I did BodyAttack yesterday with Marie, planned a bachelorette with Rachel and Sarah after the gym, then did coffee with Ben this morning, worked, and then did tea with Alex in the evening. I think the first 2 days of the week really set the tone for the rest of the week, so here's hoping for another great set of days.
Love and peace.
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