Tales from the Trail Part II: Bruce Revisited
In four short years, my sister Mary and I went from being the smallest children in the family hiking trip
to being the only children in the family hiking trip
By 1978, my two older siblings had other things to do with their summers. These four years transformed us from foot-dragging children into teenagers that charged on ahead of their parents. This was probably the same year as that other famous reversal in our family…in which it was my eager parents dragging their sleepy teenagers out of bed on Christmas morning.
But the views off the cliff were of turquoise-coloured Georgian Bay rather than of farms and villages.
This trail was more challenging than in the tamed, populated Niagara region. Instead of farmers’ fields and accommodating stiles, we tackled rocky beaches and cliffs.