Sometimes with hiking, as with writing, I have to remind myself that I don’t have to aim for the top of the mountain everyday. And that I don’t have to see through the fog. What is right in front of me is enough.
I haven’t been up ‘little’ Mt Doug for over a year, maybe more. I’ve been preoccupied with taking the steep south face to the top of Mt Doug–the bigger–or taking the more familiar vehicle road because it is so handily gated off until noon for walkers only.
The hike up to little Mt Doug has always been one of my favourite paths, with its mossy plateaus and of course the lichen ladies.
As usual, a few dogs about. Some recognized me, others barked. The fog covered the entire view below and I could hear the fog horn in the distance. The colours this year are especially vivid and there are some changes in the paths with fencing in place to decrease traffic and erosion. After a warmer than usual start to October, today the air was cool and I wore gloves, but they soon found their way to my pockets.
Walking and hiking for me has always been a time of opening up and letting go, a time away from writing and an opportunity to just ‘be’ in the landscape. Sometimes a word or line that has challenged me will present itself more clearly, sometimes I just breathe. Today, I reminded myself, whether writing or hiking, to keep an eye on my path. There may be surprises ahead. You never know when a door might open.
Also, much less chance of twisting an ankle.