Sunday, August 6, 2017
Today was a balancing act. After a start with a couple sets of ladders, we were back on the inland trail. We trekked through mud and dirt. Clonk, clonk, clonk, clunk, squish, thunk, squish, thunk, and repeat. It was boardwalk after mud patch after boardwalk through forest then bog. It was beautiful in its own little way, vegetation varied from large evergreens and fern covering the mud, to the city of roots, to marshes filled with small shrubs with the distance covered in fog.
Somewhere along the middle was Logan Creek. A suspension bridge with a stunning view opening up to the ocean, but of course ladders before and after. Nothing comes free in life, eh? Gotta work for that view. By early afternoon, we had made it to the campsite of Walburn Creek.
Our supposed “hardest day” was not so hard thanks to our little off-plan venture forward. I guess there’s something to be said about perseverance. All through childhood, I was brought up with the notion that you often have two choices: the difficult, or tasting the “bitterness” of life first and reap the “sweet” benefits after the hard work, or vice-versa – enjoying the good now, but having to do the harder work after. Not just when it comes to hiking, but in all aspects of life, being aware of the two options we have can allow us to make more conscious choices – whichever it may be.
We set up tent in a small little nook on the sand next to a fire pit, put on our bathing suits and ran into the beautiful swimming hole before the creek met the great Pacific. For the first time in what seems like …. forever, I kind of felt clean.
During these short days, one tends to have some extra time on hand for reflection: to get to know oneself better. I, for one, know that I tend to always want to do the work first, and can get so caught up in getting things done that I myself having forgotten to enjoy the process. It is up to you to see the beauty in every day things. It’s not always about making it to the destination, but savouring the journey, being present in the moment. A little reminder for myself to stop and look up once in a while during the hike, to breathe in the tall spruce trees – not to get completely absorbed into the ground and where to place my feet. To find that balance in life back…
A fire was started, it’s flames warming our bodies and drying our clothes and boots while we ate our glorified Kraft dinner Mac and cheese.
For the rest of the evening, we worked our creativity whilst playing scattegories, shared stories of our childhood and talked about our aspirations over roasted marshmallows. Another beautiful day coming to a close.