a bed of clover under our feet |
And so we headed off, down the main road until we hit the entry to the Grandfathers Path.
It is thus named since two of the grandfathers (Glen and Greg) have done the work of clearing trees and branches, and maintaining the path.
Fungi like ruffles around the edge of a skirt |
It is one that, if followed all the way, connects us up with the old logging road that is now part of the trail to Sicamous.
The beginning of the path is full of grasses and plants that make the movement slow, but that also disguise the presence of the pathway's entrance.
Once you move past the knee high grasses and into the woods, the path opens up somewhat. Because we have had so much rain this year, the forest floor at this point is like a bed of clover. It was magical walking over top of the ground that felt like a thick rich carpet.
a forest floor of fallen birch, and a carpet of moss, ferns and more |
I find myself thinking about the Secwepemc story that tells us Coyote's first wife was a tree.
a mossy stump, and a stream in the background |
I also myself looking at the highly decorated decaying wood (in one case, looking almost like the ruffles on the edge of a skirt), and thinking about Suzanne Simard's work on the ways trees talk to each other.
The downed logs seem clearly a part of "the economy", sending their collected wealth and resources back into life of the forest around them.
Railcars visible in background as train passes by |
I love the smooth bark of the cedar |
We continued to follow the Grandfathers Path until we came to the second of two streams.
At that point, we took a sharp right to go up the hill, following David and Shauna's path (a steep path that takes them on a more direct route down to the sandy beach).
Along the way, where branches block the path, they have not cut them, but instead woven them back into each other, so that path is clear, and the trees are untouched. It feels a bit magical at points.
Sun shining through a group of cedar trees |
To get a bit of the sense of depth in the ravine, check this photo out. I am at the top, and Arta is half way down (I think of this as a Where's Waldo/Arta photo) beside a big tree. You can also see a tree that has fallen, running from one side of the ravine to the other.
The ravine cuts deep into the hill |
And then, time for the walk up the hill again, and back in time for breakfast!
Time to head back up the hill |
I seem to be obsessed today with the moss on the fallen trees |
Arta scrambling up ahead of me, with her walking sticks. Gotta get me some! |
Back at the top of the hill, with the view from David and Shauna's place. |
The last picture looks like one of the English masters with its muted tones. Was I really there and saw all you have described? The walk takes less than an hour and that is with photos being taken and a small side visit to see Des Vaughn and her five little children who have just arrived.
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ReplyDeleteGrandfathers Path! Love it! I didn’t know its name.
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