It was raining on and off the previous evening and it continued to drizzle when we woke up. After a hearty breakfast (thanks to our generous hosts!) and waiting for the rain to settle a little, we set off to tackle more of the trail. Unfortunately, my friend’s feet were in pretty bad shape. She had acquired blisters as a result of wearing thin socks and new boots that weren’t really broken in yet. We had to shorten the distance that we were going to tackle and as much as we were hoping to hike the whole week, I was anticipating that we’d need to shorten the trip by a day.
It was definitely wet and cold once we got out on to the trail. We spent the first few kilometres along the road before we’d set foot back on to dirt.
We started off hiking through a lot of fields once we were off the road and eventually took us into the woods. This section of the trail wasn’t too interesting until we got to what seemed to be dirt road meant for folks who enjoyed off-roading with their vehicles.
I generally don’t understand why it is so much fun to drive a vehicle off road and what pleasure one derives from it but I figure it must be similar to the folks who enjoy driving their vehicles around a racetrack.
In between the dirt roads for offroading, the trails would take us through small paths that cut through the trees or in the case above, across rivers with makeshift bridges. I took a step and immediately slipped and fell on my back. The damp bark and tree logs didn’t provide much traction but it made for a couple of hilarious moments!
Just as we thought the trail was getting a bit bland, we enter the dirt paths for offroading once again and find ourselves hiking some pretty steep hills. I’m pretty amazed that people drive up these paths.
Because we simply love fields so much, we just had to enjoy another long and wet trek through a vast field of tall damp grass. What made this field worth the trek were the beads of water all lined along certain plants. I’m not sure what they were but if you look carefully at the photo above and observe the grey-ish areas in the fields, these were actually plants all lined with beads of water. It was pretty spectacular to see in person.
Once we had admired them sufficiently, we made our way through the fields tall wet grass. My pants were wet and dirty but they’d dry accordingly, I unfortunately could not say the same for one of my boots which was now completely soaking wet now.
I have to admit, I’m not someone with an intense interest in the area of funghi but there were definitely a lot of really interesting species along the trail that we spotted. In fact, I wonder if anyone thought of changing the section to Mushroom Valley instead? I didn’t see any beavers so why not? I imagine that there may be a spike in tourism if suddenly everyone was looking for ‘shroom valley. No idea about the legal implications but could be a good marketing idea.
Further down the trail, we found some really beautiful parts of the escarpment. Mosquitoes were also being a little too friendly so we were quickening our pace at certain parts but I really enjoyed the fact that the trail took us through the escarpment. It is as if someone took a cross-section of it and we were hiking through it. Lots of fun.
Every time we crossed a road, it became part of our nature to check the map and see where we were. I’m not sure if it’s because we were hoping to be closer to the end or if we just wanted to make sure we’re on the right track. Either way, it made for a nice break in the hike and we’d often grab a granola bar or banana to snack on.
Speaking of snacks, we encountered the largest mushroom ever. At least that I’ve seen in person. My friend joked that we could harvest it for dinner.
As long as it was safe, I wouldn’t mind a mushroom steak.
After musing about the mushroom and made our way past through some more mosquito-infested woods and got to the car. It looked like the Grey County area was going to receive more rain so we were very fortunate that our generous hosts offered to have us stay in a trailer on their farm even when they were back in the city. It made our trek significantly more comfortable given that we were either injured or not well-equipped. I really wanted to push onwards and at least complete the Beaver Valley section but I was concerned about my friend. I was also concerned about my knee — there were a couple of times when the tall grass fields led to me stumbling or taking a sharp turn or two. I didn’t want to cause any major injury as my knee had been known to be a bit troublesome at times. Either way, I’d persevere!