Remnants of long ago lives on in the magic of the forest .

As I hike the path leading to the forest, there is a transformation that begins to take place. I can feel the earth’s warmth being released from the ground beneath, travelling up my body and relaxing my muscles. The grasshoppers on the path spread their wings and fly to the fields on either side, allowing my passage to the gateway of the forest within. The path soon changes into deep crevices and talus rock created thousands of years ago, when it existed as the underground of a warm water sea. I watch my footing knowing that one slip and I will fall into the underworld below to be lost forever in the darkness. It is here where the keeper of the forest greets me. A spirit in the tree guarding the antiquities left behind of those who once lived on this land. I nod my head in respect, giving credence to the deity before me. In return, it reveals to my eyes all the hidden beauty and I am lost in it’s magnificence, until I reach the stepping stones leading me back up to the world that I came from. Tomorrow, I will turn the page to my next adventure in the world of Nature. Signing off “Hiking with the Viking”. Map #25 Kolapore Beaver Valley Bruce Trail Club