Sunday, November 4, 2012

Walk, saunter or stroll, but please, no hike for me.


I just returned from an 8 km hike along the Bluff Trail with blogging buddies Lynne (Five Good Things) and Dallas (Eating Real - Being Real in Nova Scotia).

It was a group hike being led by a local author who has written a number of books on hiking in Nova Scotia.  And to be truthful, it was billed as being for "experienced" hikers.

See Wendy standing by Lynne and Dallas ?

I learned something on this outing.

I'm not much of a hiker.

I'm a walker and occasionally a scrambler, but not really a hiker.  Sure, I tell people "I going out for a hike", when really I'm off for a saunter.  Or if I'm feeling energetic -- a walk.


At the outset I caught myself thinking, "Where's the fire?", as the initial clip felt more like a race start than the casual strolling pace I usually set for myself.


But the scenery was lovely and some of the vistas, just plain stunning.  I love rocky, "bleak" landscapes.


Though it was quite cool, it was "great hiking weather", as we kept telling each other.

Trouble is, as my hips, knees and toes (!?!) are now telling me that I'm not much of a hiker.

Trey is a hiker.  No.  That's not right.  Trey is a runner.  A chaser.  A fetcher.  A bounder -- as in -- bounding here, bounding there.  "Where's the stick?  Throw the stick."


Wendy is more into the experience of the hike.  She likes being with people and runs from the front of the group, to the back, in a vain effort to keep us all together.  Mostly she just stays with us, enjoying the outing.

Wendy and Trey both wore "bear bells" to scare off wildlife and hunters.


Lynne and I found ourselves walking near the rear of the group, while Dallas kept up with the leaders with no problem.

Hike leaders trying to figure the easiest way
 to get my body out..

We stopped on a marvellous high stretch of rock that provided us with views of two different lakes and the surrounding countryside and ate our snacks. Trey lay down and whined quietly about us being stopped and me not throwing objects for him.

Several people sported orange, "DON'T SHOOT ME" vests. In fact,
there is no hunting in this area on Sundays.

And then, oddly enough, everyone else decided to go back on the shorter loop and Lynne and I decided to slog on to see a section of trail that we'd missed.  Yep, the two silly, technically seniors, set off on their own.


And we had a lovely walk.

The End.

Well actually there's lot's more to tell you, but my bed is calling, my bones are complaining, and my eyes are drooping.

'night.


Oh wait, before you go, are you a hiker ? or a walker ?  and what about: sauntering, strolling, rambling, meandering and  wandering ?

Are they the same ?  or are they very different experiences ?  Which do you do ?

25 comments:

  1. "where's the fire" - snort ;-)

    Although before reading this post I might have said I was a wannna be hiker ... you've convinced me I'm much more of a wanderer, explorer, waler, saunterer & sometimes stroller xo S, Winn, Sam & les Chats

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    1. Bless for making me feel less alone in my non-hiking ...

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  2. I know I'm not a hiker either although I am in my alter-ego fantasty life. ha ha. Good for all three of you and the doggies, for trying it out!
    Great scenery too!
    Flora

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    1. Flora, this is the first "guided" hike I've been on. Really, no guide was needed as the trail was well-marked. And we were never close enough to the leader to hear any of his comments -- so I'm not sure WHAT the point was of a guided hike !

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  3. Dearest Syb, I just saw you posted this post on FB, hurray, hurray for that deviant FB! Now I can run over here sooner, although am not a runner and certainly not a hiker, so can I stay behind with you and Lynn, please?

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    1. Kathy, you won't have any problem keeping up with me and Lynne. I do need to warn you that if you're behind us, you'll be the first to be whacked in the back of your legs when Trey runs past you with a big stick. That's where his bear bells come in handy. Like Canadian kids playing road hockey and yelling "CAR!", I'd call "STICK" to Lynne as Trey careered past me ...

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    2. Ha ha, I am SO forewarned! Behave, Trey!

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  4. I truely wish that I could be a walker, a saunterer, a wanderer, but I physically can't do it. I miss so much, and that is another reason why I enjoy your blog...saying to myself, 'wish I was there'.

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    1. Bonnie, I know what you mean. I'll never walk the El Camino, but I've now experienced it with DearRosie and thanks to another blogger, I've hiked between base camps at Everest. Thanks for coming along with me on my ... ummm ... errrr ... walk.

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  5. My definition is pretty broad. If you are on a trail in the woods, wilderness, or whatever, it's a hike, no matter the speed. It doesn't really matter though, the point is to be outside.

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    1. That's what I'll keep calling it Les -- hiking. I just wish I could keep up with the "real" hikers ... I too love just being outdoors.

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    1. I think those hikers must miss a lot due to their lack of sauntering ability. ;-)

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  7. I figure walking the dog is a hike! So whatever pace you set, it's just too darn good to be out and about. Slow is fine with me, now that actual winter has set in.

    ITC-1

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  8. Oh I bet you are a hiker, judo-girl ! But I know you're kind enough to walk at my pace and pretend it's your normal speed. I'm looking forward to your next visit and verifying my theory.

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  9. If you charge along with the 'hikers' you miss all the interesting stuff on the ground. I don't go on big walks any more thanks to arthritic hips and knees (and lethargy)but I think about it once in a while. BTW, where is the Bluff Trail?

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    1. Rachel, yeah those hikers miss a lot of stuff that pokey me gets to see -- well, that's my excuse and I'm stickin' to it.

      The Bluff Trail, is in Timberlea area, on the south side of Halifax. It's actually a series of four looped trails.

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  10. A beautiful day you had ! Walking to the woods or on a mountain trail with a beagle is a "sport event". Lately though my left knee and sciatic nerve have been preventing me to do much hiking. So, let's say I am a slow walker. Enjoying every minute of it though. Thanks for the great pictures.

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    1. OWWWWCH -- sciatic nerve stuff is very painful -- and hard to spell.

      Somehow it's more enjoyable 'splorin' with a dog, isn't it ?

      Hope things improve for you sciatically-speaking.

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  11. The caption on the map photo almost made me pee my pants ;) so funny Sybs... xo j.

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    1. Thanks Julie. My day is not complete without making SOMEONE wet themselves. ;-)

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  12. I love to hike and discover cool things. Last summer, I hiked hills on McNab's Island and found a secret hideout where there were three weapon racks and a lock-in for a cannon. It was very old.
    ~ Julien bell

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    1. Hi Julien, Where is it on McNab's ? Do you think anyone else has found it ? I love that sort of thing. Thanks for stopping by.

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    2. I think it might be towards Lawlor's Island. Yes others have found it so you probably can too.
      ~ Julien

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    3. Wow, thanks Julien. Now I have something else to look for on McNab's.

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