"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves."
~ John Muir
I guess I wouldn’t have my sensibilities offended were it not for Canada’s clearly abundant natural resources and endless boreal forests, or the fact that the majority of trails are maintained by local volunteers and clubs, or the fact that part of my tax dollar is supposed to already go towards this. This isn’t Dubai or Vegas and these snaking paths through lush green woods haven’t been painstakingly reproduced through expensive hydroponic systems and careful cultivation involving countless resource and man hours. No, ours is a nation where an hours drive out of a major metropolitan area leaves you in the thick of trees and lakes and most likely on a dirt road, where, should you be brave enough to get out of your car, you can dance around like a fool swatting mosquito’s and black flies to your hearts content.
Morning sunshine floods the forest from the east, translucent leaves glow against a shadowed forest backdrop, giving the our walk a surreal atmosphere.