A couple of weekends ago, hubby and I decided to ignore our household chores so we could go on an Autumn hike. Where we live in Hamilton, Ontario we are blessed with numerous trails and for being known as the Waterfall Capital of the world.
Now I had only seen Buttermilk Falls from the top at Oak-Knoll Park, so it was decided we would walk down the Red Hill Trail through Upper King’s Forest Park, then hike through the forest and stream to reach the falls (there is no trail to follow). At times the walk was quite treacherous, as you are climbing over fallen trees, up hills, down hills, and over plenty of rocks. Overall though the hike was a lot of fun, and once we reached Buttermilk we were able to stand under the falls.
One of the worst problems when I am canoeing with my husband is apparently my ability to sit centre in the canoe, he thinks I sit a little too far to the left which in turn throws him off-balance. I on the other hand am pretty sure that I am sitting in the middle of the canoe because I line my girlie parts up with the keel of the canoe. Sounds silly right, but think about it for a minute, (probably easier for my female readers). If you refer to the picture above, you can see the keel in the middle and the two other indentations to the right and left (sorry I have no idea what they are actually called). Anyways, I line my knees up with these indentations, thus my girlie parts are dead centre. Yet according to the husband, I am still crooked, so after much discussion (what else does one chat about when stuck in a canoe for four and a half hours with their better half), the only amicable decision we could agree upon was my girlie parts must be crooked.
We camped on a pretty large lake when we were in Algonquin Provincial Park, Burnt Island Lake. There are quite a few campsites on the lake that are very private because they are off the beaten path. From our site, you could see canoes in the distance that were either heading further into the lake, or to another portage, which brought me to the second problem I had – rocks look like canoes. They really do, especially when you are looking from afar, but you would think that after I had mistaken the first rock as a canoe, I wouldn’t do it again. Nope. All weekend, I would see either the same rock or a different one, and point it out to my husband, who would look, than laugh, then say “you’ve done it again dear, it’s a rock”. Damn.
Here are some of the pictures from our camping trip, I hope you enjoy them.
We had the pleasure of enjoying an amazing sunset on the Saturday of our trip. I took picture after picture, because I could not believe the amazing colours (no filter) in the sky. Here are just a few of them: