“Can’t” isn’t in the dictionary….

…or at least, that’s what Marian’s mother, Freddy, maintained through the years she raised her 7 daughters (Marian is the oldest). 

Well, Freddy had ample opportunity to model this can-do attitude on Saturday when she joined us for the Forks of the Credit leg of the Caledon section.  At 77, Freddy is still spry and energetic and she was determined to see for herself what hiking the Bruce is all about.  She was equally determined not to hold us back, and she held to her promise.  We completed another 13.6 trail km, which, as we will continue to insist, is actually more like 20 km according to my pedometer watch.

Freddy got the full experience.  The day started with a climb straight down Devil’s Pulpit, a cliff of more than 100 meters in height.  Thankfully, guy wires and wooden steps helped us make our way down and around the hairpin turns.  At the base we clambered over enormous limestone boulders until we came to Forks of the Credit Road and the famous Forks themselves.

After this the trail was easier to navigate.  Early on we passed by Brimstone (love the name!), a small settlement once home to quarrymen who supplied the stone for Toronto’s Parliament Buildings and Old City Hall.  We continued to follow the river, and had lunch in a picture perfect picnic spot where the Credit flowed alongside a meadow.  As we refreshed our feet in the stream we were entertained by stunning black and turquoise dragonflies flitting about the flowers like dozens of little fairies, at times lighting briefly on our shoulders and on our hats.

I said it was a full experience. It certainly was.  We had all the joys of a day on the trail – the lush greens of the trees and grasses alongside all the colourful wildflowers, the burbling stream, a waterfall, cedar woods, sunshine… We also had our share of the challenges – heat, mosquitos, exhaustion.  We experienced “getting lost” on Puckering Lane, which is another story and worth its own post, soon to come! We even encountered a Bailey Bridge,  bringing back memories for Freddy who remembers Bailey Bridges built in the Netherlands in WWII to replace those that had been destroyed.

At the end of the day, thanks to my great colleague, Kim, who had offered to drive us back to our car (with a mandatory stop for beer at the Bellfountain Inn), we also had true local flavour.  Kim grew up in the area, and still lives nearby.  She gave the guided tour of local highlights – the Trestle Bridge, the Cataract, and the Hairpin Turn (road version).  magdalena

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2 responses to ““Can’t” isn’t in the dictionary….

  1. Can this be the same Freddy Booy of Grimsby? I do believe it is. Bravo for you! Hiking the Bruce Trail is definitely not for the faint of heart. My husband George and I have also been hiking the Bruce Trail the last 3 years or so and we are now at Wiarton to be continued next year. Wish you all the best in your travels. Happy Brucetrailing!

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