Nice to hear you're coming along, Allan - hope you're back to top shape before Boston!
Congrats on #2 Dev!
You can do it, RandMart! Don't just do something - sit there! That's so kind of you to say, Paul - I've actually been trying to find some time to post some from this past weekend, as I had a bit of an adventure on Saturday.
I started off with my usual run down to the market, complicated slightly by the Grand River having swollen with meltwater during the thaw last week. The first part of the trail had been underwater, but the receding river levels and overnight sub-freezing temperatures conspired to confront me with this:
Fortunately I was wearing screw shoes - which I actually needed before I even got out of my neighbourhood, as some re-frozen meltwater had turned the sidewalks to ice - so was able to pick my way along the iced-up rocks between the massive puddle and the rushing river without falling in!
The rest of the trail was less perilous, but just as icy - some rain had saturated the snowpack, then the freezing temperatures turned it into a solid plate of ice below my feet. The sunshine was lovely, though.
Devil's Creek Falls had also thawed out, and was rushing along as vigorously as I think I've ever seen it.
I thought long and hard about what to do for a second run, given the ice on the trails but also a nasty, gusting wind that made me want to hide in the trees. I decided I'd put on my big girl panties - and my microspikes - and hit the Bruce Trail and Hilton Falls, where I'd raced on a cold, windy, icy day last November.
As expected, the trails were plate ice with voids beneath them that would collapse alarmingly underfoot as I ran and hiked.
I also stepped a little too close to the edge of this stream that falls into the reservoir to take photos - turns out I'd put my foot past the river's edge onto a piece of ice that wasn't quite thick enough to support me! Fortunately, it only crunched down a bit and I escaped without getting wet in the slightly-below-freezing air.
I wasn't so lucky a minute or two later, though, as I came face to face with this on my way up the main Bruce Trail.
I didn't know how deep it was, or if the thin crust of ice on top would hold. I was less than a kilometer in, and decided I'd go for it.
Very grateful for wool socks and shoes with good drainage, though I'd have preferred it if the ice would have refrained from taking a small chunk out of my shin.
Onward toward the falls, where I hoped to intercept my husband (who was out hiking on the wide, groomed park trails while I traipsed through the singletrack like an idiot). Nothing like picking your way along a cliff edge covered in ice and lots of rocks to trip over.
Speaking of idiocy, you'd have to be some kind of damn fool to pause to take a bloody selfie while standing on an iced-up two foot by two foot rock spanning a crevasse, right?
After managing not to fall off anything, I made it into the park trails proper - just as icy, but a bit less fraught.
I successfully met up with husband, who was tending the always-burning campfire at the top of the falls. I made the trip down the stairs to get a couple of photos, which was a bit sketchy in my microspikes on the perforated steel steps.
Having only managed to cover about 5km in the first 45mins, due to photos and being a wee bit cautious, I needed to get moving if I was going to get 10 miles in before a) sunset and b) the park closing (which were approximately the same time).
I'd decided to run the Beaver Dam trail, which is the longest loop in the park and also the most technical of the non-Bruce Trail sections. As I trucked along, the sun disappeared behind clouds and the wind blew colder.
I'd decided to do the loop of the lollipop-shaped trail counter-clockwise, as I knew the west side was more likely to be...problematic. Reaching the section about which I had the most trepidation, my fears were rather confirmed.
I strongly considered turning back, as the flow was quite strong. I decided to give it a try, though, knowing that I had very good traction in my microspikes. While it didn't get much above my ankles, the current was powerful - if it had got anywhere close to knee deep I'd have been at real risk of being swept away, even with the reassuring combination of chain link-caged rocks and my spikes in the deepest bit (visible behind me).
Thankfully, I made it through safely, and completed the Beaver Dam lolli then headed for the exit. The Red Oak trail gives a wonderful view of the Niagara Escarpment at Kelso (and Glen Eden ski resort) on the far side of Hwy 401 as you make your way out toward the parking lot.
I made it out just in time to see the sun set, grateful to have come through with nothing more than a bit of a scrape, some wet feet, and sore legs.
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