When we arrived we were greeted
by a large number of vehicles in the parking lot. We had avoided this trail
during the self-isolating phase because we know it’s a popular trail and we figured
it would be too crowded. But now that more things were opened up and the
weather being stinking hot, we thought that people would just stay inside or do
a different activity. We were wrong. We just managed to squeeze into the last
parking space.
Our hike was a 5km loop –
there were many other trails we could take, but this was the one we were most
familiar with. Just before reaching the first kilometre we came across a family
sitting on one of the benches, heads bent over their phones, watching videos
and surfing the internet. So I guess not everyone wants to walk, they just want
a change of scenery from their couch.
There were lots of hills
and hollows which Cilla loved to run up and down and we had to watch out for
horse poop. This was very popular among equestrians, especially since mountain
bikers don’t favour the terrain which was a mix of gravel, packed clay and
sand. But not just a little sand: in some places it’s almost as if someone
dumped a truckload of sand. Well, it turns out there is a very interesting story
about this.
Nature is often overlooked as important and humans destroy it in the name of progress. We are really
just shooting ourselves in the foot though, as we need nature to survive and
we’re best not to trifle with it.
Back in the 19th century
this area was heavily timbered, cleared away for farmers. Large volumes of
Ontario’s softwood forest was shipped to Britain and the United States as
square timber. Hardwoods were typically burned in piles to make potash. Unfortunately
they got overzealous with their work and cut down too many trees. Without the
trees to protect the rich, black soils, all those rich soils were washed away,
leaving only sandy soil, useless for growing crops. The trees had acted as a sponges,
soaking up rainfall, while anchoring soil and releasing water at regular
intervals. Without the trees, the land dried up and became a desert. It was a
barren wasteland.
So, to try to fix the
problem in the early 1900’s landowners were paid 25 cents a tree in an effort
to reforest the area. Eventually in 1924 an agreement was struck between the
County of York and the Province of Ontario where the County would purchase
land, and Provincial foresters would plant and manage the forest. It took about
100 years of work, but there is now 543 acres of forest, the only remnant of
the desert are the sandy trails.
The pond doesn’t have any
fish in it, but there are frogs and quite a few tadpoles. Cilla enjoyed looking
at all the tiny amphibians glide smoothly through the water. After she cooled
off with a drink of water we continued our hike. Unfortunately the break caused
her to lose her momentum, and she struggled to continue, so Trish and I took
turns giving her piggy-back rides.
Eventually Cilla got her
legs back and she held Trish’s hand and the two of them went skipping off ahead
on the trail. Oddly, we didn’t see many people throughout our hike--maybe they were all just
hanging out in the parking lot. It took us an hour and 20 minutes to complete
the hike and we enjoyed the cool air conditioning on our drive home.
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