It’s fascinating to be a part of a march so huge—you are immersed in your immediate surroundings, you can really only see and hear the nearest few hundred people. At the time we were told to anticipate 200,000 people, but to hear later the numbers had more than doubled to 500,000, and to see the photographs of a veritable sea of pink hats and protest signs, deeply humbled us. When we later learned women had marched on all seven continents, that we had joined the largest global protest in human history, we knew that the 31 cramped, antsy, and sleep-deprived hours on the bus had been worth it.
November 6 2016 Today marks my completion of the last hike on the Algonquin Park highway 60 corridor. I’ve now hiked all the day hikes and a portion of both of the backpacking trails. Booth’s Rock Trail had been recommended to me by a few people, but because it’s one of the farthest, both downContinue reading “Booth’s Rock (Algonquin, 5k)”
J was at her pain tolerance threshold and had to go into the tent, so I took our bear bags and went searching for the bear bins. They are normally fairly easy to find, especially when you see other people filing in that direction, and features like that are marked with washed-up buoys hanging from trees. However, there were multiple access points to the campground from the trail and those are also marked with buoys, so I wandered up and down the site looking for the bins with no luck. It was dark and pouring and I was just beside myself. I actually called out in the direction of some tents, ‘Can someone help me find the bear bin?’ but no one responded (most hikers would have been asleep by then!). There was one spot I was sure the bins would be, so I climbed over massive slippery logs only to find nothing but forest. I sat on a log and cried.
After maybe thirty minutes of trying all possible routes, I concluded this was definitely not the trail. I wasn’t sure how far back the actual trail was, all I knew was the hill I’d descended that branched into two options was my last previous certainty. To my dismay and rising horror, however, I couldn’t find the plateau and therefore the trail that had led me there. It had happened so quickly, I’d been sure I’d been keeping track of my whereabouts enough to at least find my way back to the plateau. But I couldn’t. I picked another centre point and circled it, trying to find anything that appeared familiar.