And then the trail ended
The sun rose, and the rain stopped. With that, I ran out of excuses and had to come along for another long and winding walk. We’re in the woods, and the trail goes up, down, around; repeat until the return flag is raised. My hope of seeing a bear, to turn this into a bona fide adventure… never happened.
However, at one point on the trail, we had a meet. That’s where one family (two adults and a dog) meets another, and we step to our own edge with little interaction. Usually. Today, we crossed one particularly belligerent beast, and all the other two animals (no master here) could offer was the trite phrase “It would have been better if we had all been off-leash”. I will reflect on that, going forward.
Actually, today’s trip did bring us into a lovely little cabin, furnished with an iron bunk bed (no mattresses), some chairs and a table covered in tiny notes written over the last few years. Folks letting other folks know that they had arrived early and missed the meet. I think. It was all rather poetic, and most left names and general addresses. We didn’t.
Back at base, with the sun showing noon. Pause for reflection. We decided that our next stop should be our own driveway, so that’s what we did. Made a quick halt for sandwiches outside of Pictou, and rolled onto a waiting (and unscheduled) ferry with two minutes to spare. We were so content with our situation that we never went to an upper deck. The sandwiches were just what we needed, and the dog enjoyed easy access to the biscuit jar.
That will probably be the last roadtrip of ’19. We saw fall colours, learned how to stay warm with minimal heating and realized that a vacation is whatever you want it to be.
