On this outing, I had chosen to stay near my southwestern Ontario home, where Tessi and I could explore John E. Pearce Provincial Park and the surrounding area. I turned south at the main intersection in Wallacetown onto Currie Road. (For those travelling the 401, follow exit 149.) About five minutes later, I turned east onto Lakeview Road. We quickly encountered the parking lot of the park’s Spicer Trail and the Backus Page House Museum.

After parking, I scanned a couple of signs, briefly absorbing the information that hiking and hiking with a leashed dog are the indicated activities. I noted there was nothing written about fees.

We are able to enjoy a variety of animals, plants, and trees in southern Ontario, which are all a part of the Carolinian forest-a few of the trees and plants are common in the Carolinas in the States. Though I’ve always enjoyed nature, I’ve lived with this type all my life; it’s easy for me to take its features for granted. These days, the research I delve into for my writing is teaching me to value my surroundings.

As I revelled in the green surrounding me, I kept Tessi on her leash, though no one was about. I didn’t want her chasing other birds or any other creatures that may suddenly appear. Tramping on the vegetation could destroy it for future visitors.

I appreciated the cover of trees, as the day was already getting hot. We crossed a small creek, which was low on water. Tessi was panting, so I let her free for a drink. I didn’t want to climb the small muddy banks in an effort to lead her to the water. After sniffing through the foliage, she lapped up a mouthful.

I’m not diligent at remembering to bring water for her. She doesn’t drink a lot of it and often refuses what I offer her. Usually when we’re outdoors, we’re close to lakes, ponds or other water sources. She seems to prefer nature’s offering, even if it is muddy, over our chemically altered tap water.  

We covered the route in about a half hour. There is an extended .45 km walk connected to the main one. Along this extra section, a couple of signs indicated the status of a third trail, which is often closed. One sign said, “Northern Loop-Open” and “Closed due to wet conditions” was written on the other. I didn’t bother testing the information.

I was surprised when the main trail ended abruptly at the highway. I didn’t want to spend the time hiking back through the forest to my car, because I was interested in exploring other sights in the area.  

Across the road from us, an entranceway was labeled with a huge John E. Pearce Provincial Park sign. I suppose I could have continued from where I was, but considering there was a dirt road entering the park, I assumed it was much bigger.

I realized the parking lot for the Spicer Trail wasn’t too far down the highway. On our return after a hot walk on the gravel shoulder, I read over all the signs more closely. I should have read them before our hike, because I found a stack of pamphlets. Though a notice indicates returning the pamphlet after use for others to enjoy-if you are going to toss it anyway, I took one home for future reference.

I was impressed with the detailed information it offered. It relates a little history of the park, explains various plants and animals that make their homes there including a few invader species, and it lists 28 types of trees labeled on the trail. I had noticed a couple of the trees, such as the butternut hickory and one of the maples.  

After retrieving the car and entering the park, I followed the dirt road that swings through the forest to the backside at the lake. A circular monument dedicated to John E. Pearce greeted us in the parking area. I let Tessi roam freely in the adjoining picnic area while I took pictures of the monument before I called her back to pose in front of it.

Afterwards, I strolled over to see what inspiration for pictures I could find from the scenery below the cliff. Unfortunately, it was fenced off due to an unstable edge. It’s only a short fence, so you may want to watch that your dog doesn’t escape beyond one of its ends. I saw a worn path made by people who had slipped past it. Later, I was told there are a couple of unofficial, challenging routes to the beach.

All I could see between bushes and trees, from the fence, was a sliver of a sandy slope broken up by small sections peaking up into pointed mounds. Deciding it would be easier to drive down to the shoreline instead of following an iffy pathway, I grabbed the car and went in search of Erie Street. Back on Lakeview Road, passing the Currie Road intersection, I kept heading west. Within a couple of minutes, I found the narrow dirt road I was looking for. I followed it toward the lake.

As I approached the top of the hill near the road’s end at the Lake Erie shoreline, I passed several vehicles with attached boat trailers parked off to the side. Just as I was overtaking the last of them, I had to scrunch over to make room for a truck ascending the hill. As the truck squeezed by me, the driver yelled a warning not to take the car down. From where all the boats were launched, the ground had softened. He had had a difficult time reaching the top of the hill himself.

Rick, the guy who had offered the warning, was out to introduce his St. Bernard puppy, Bentley, to the lake. The four-month-old was bigger than Tessi. I watched Rick lead Bentley into the water by his leash and wade around for a bit. He seemed to welcome the new sensation effortlessly. Meanwhile, Tessi was able to satisfy her thirst with a big helping of water.

A cement arch sits on the beach. Another piece of cement is hidden in the foliage on the hill. A friend had informed me these pieces were once part of a pier. The structures had been common long ago in a few communities on the shoreline of Lake Erie.

After contemplating the arch, I looked over the vehicles and their trailers sitting on the shoreline. On my walk down the hill, I had noticed among them, a tractor sitting in the water with a boat trailer attached behind it. The tractor, a vehicle normally seen on a field, seemed out of its element in the water.

Other than those sights, the beach was a typical Lake Erie beach-full of sand and stones. I guess I take that for granted too; however, Tessi enjoyed a bit of freedom to sniff around.

On the way home, I stopped at Empire Valley Farms, a roadside market on the Talbot Trail highway selling vegetables, fruit, plants, and a small amount of giftware. Tessi and I enjoyed some of their strawberries on our ride home. I had forgotten how delicious local strawberries are. They were very tasty after having to resort to grocery store produce, which had been shipped in from the States, over the course of the winter. They were also quite refreshing after our heated exploration through the forest and on the beach.

For more info:

www.ontarioparks.com/english/john.html

www.backuspagehouse.ca/home.html

www.empirevalleyfarms.com

*Can a turkey fly? According to several websites, including www.kidzone.ws/animals/turkey.htm, wild turkeys can fly, unlike their domestic cousins.

 (c) Cheryl Smyth, 2010

This stretch of water that has been such an enjoyable destination is the 64 km (40 mi.) St. Clair River. It joins Lake St. Clair and Lake Huron; and separates Canada from the United States.

Neither shoreline is blessed with as much nature as some of the places I’ve been. Housing (with docks extending into the water), industry, and other man-made intrusions litter the environment. Yet there are stretches of nature with which to satisfy my soul, and with the astonishing vision of the wide, beautiful river, I’ve always found it a pleasant way to spend a day.

One way to leisurely take in the scenery is from the St. Clair River Trail, a multi-use trail running most (parts are still being worked on) of the river’s length. During my outings, I’ve seen people biking, hiking, and a few walking dogs.

While on one particular drive on the St. Clair Parkway, which follows the river for most of its journey, I had brought a picnic and some writing to work on. Tessi and I stopped at one of the well-maintained scenic parks. Each one presents its own characteristics; some boast floral gardens, others sport children’s playgrounds; most have tiny beaches bordering manicured lawns with picnic tables under elegant trees. These parks are very close to the busy highway, so it’s a good idea to obey the signs stating dogs are to be leashed.

As I was munching my food, I watched the action before me. Traffic on the American shoreline is far enough away to make vehicles look like ants; yet, it was the river’s traffic that interested me. Meanwhile, Tessi was engrossed in a squirrel. She didn’t notice my food or anything else either, until a passing freighter blasted its horn.

On pleasant summer days, recreational boats speed by the slower lake freighters (lakers). Lakers, averaging 213 to 305 m (700 to 1000 ft) long, were manufactured to carry huge shipments throughout the Great Lakes. Watching these giants calmly glide through the water as they carry their bulk cargo offers a unique addition to the St. Clair River experience.

Once Tessi relaxed from the surprise of the horn blast and I was ready to move on, we continued our excursion. I drove through Sombra, where two small ferries spend their days conveying passengers to and from Marine City, Michigan. We travelled through several more picturesque towns, when eventually the highway took us into Sarnia. We first passed through Chemical Valley-a nature lover’s nightmare with its many chemical industries dirtying the air-before reaching the heart of the city.

Once in Sarnia, we detoured to Blackwell Trails Park. Located in the northeast part of the city, the park was built on an old landfill site. There are about three km (almost two mi.) of trails and a small fenced-in leash free zone. At the time of our visit, young trees had been planted along the trails, but not in the dog area. It was just a flat grassy spot with a view of Logan’s Pond off to one side. At least, however, dogs are given a place to run free.

Before heading home, I found the river again at Point Edward Waterfront Park, where the twin Bluewater Bridges run traffic between Ontario and Port Huron, Michigan; and Lake Huron drains into St. Clair River. The park was bustling with activity-boats plying the water, slow moving bumper to bumper traffic on the bridges, a few kids swimming at the river’s edge, and seagulls flying close by with hopes of being fed. The front row of parking spots was filled with vehicles. I noticed a fair amount of people nibbling on fries, which were likely bought at the nearby food stand. My friend, Kristyne, later told me, “When I was in college in Sarnia, that was the thing to do-to get fries from ‘Fries Under the Bridge,’ sit facing the river, and enjoy them (the fries) while watching all the action.”

We took a short stroll, weaving around people, on the walkway bordering the tiered flat stones lining the river’s edge. We were unable to relax on any of the benches dotting the walkway as they were also occupied with people. Tessi, in an effort to reach the seagulls, spent most of the walk yanking on her leash.

During a winter outing, I found the river trail and parks covered in snow. The trip, however, is still rewarding with the white landscape and icy water. I was still able to walk on the pathway near the bridges, though parts were also snowy. Freight traffic slows for winter; only a few of the lakers make the lonely passage. I’ve never been lucky enough to catch sight of the Coast Guard’s icebreaker, which is sometimes needed when there’s excess ice.

In winter, the evening sun beautifully reflects off the icy river. Many clear evenings throughout the year boast pretty sunsets. Our drive home that picnic-perfect summer day was rewarded with the evening light as it turned the sky into rich colours and darkened the liquid blue ribbon.

 For more info:

• The St. Clair River Trail:

          www.xcelco.on.ca/~stclair  

          www.canadatrails.ca/tct/on/stclair.html

• There is a system of trails called the Bluewater Trails in Sarnia. http://www.bluewatertrails.com/parks.html Quote taken from site: “Pets on Trails-Users of City trails and pathways are asked to kindly clean up after their pets and keep them leashed. The fine for not cleaning up after your pet is $200 while the fine for animals not on a leash or running at large is $50.”
• www.boatnerd.com Clicking on “Welcome to Great Lakes Shipping” brings up background information about the lakers.

(c) Cheryl Smyth, 2010

The meltwater joins the creek as it gushes off the edge of the escarpment and pounds on the boulders below. Mist explodes in the cool air as the rushing water then threads its way around the snow covered boulders and resumes its journey downstream.

This is what Helen, Tessi, and I discovered at the 21 m (69 ft.) Webster’s Falls when we decided to head out on a spring-like mid-January day. We had had plenty of snow, which was quickly melting and making any waterway potentially hazardous. We were careful to respect nature’s force by staying away from the danger. I kept Tessi on a leash just in case her nose would lead her to slippery spots too close to the water.

We knew we’d have to be careful at the conservation area for that reason, but we didn’t expect to be dealing with trails paved with ice. The only way to reach the falls was to slip and slide our way along. Most of the time, Tessi pulling at the other end of the leash threatened to pull me over, yet at times the tightness of the leash between us helped stabilize me.

We used the fence, where we could view the waterfall from atop the escarpment, to help keep us upright. The challenge began when the trail started to slope downwards and we ran out of fencing.  

When we finally arrived at the123 steps leading to the base of the falls, we found ice mainly lumped in the centre of most of the steps, having melted off the edges. By carefully navigating along the clear spots and grasping the rails, we slowly descended. A section of grated steps gave us some relief.

It was cooler in the gorge. I’m glad I wore a rain resistant jacket, as getting soaked was inevitable from the mist coming off the powerful falls. I set up my tripod on one of the few sections of stable ground peeking through the frozen glaze and struggled to keep my camera dry while I took pictures.

Once we returned to the top, we wandered around the summer picnic grounds; they were much clearer than the trails. After successfully negotiating all the ice, I was walking down a small muddy mound and slid on my butt. At least it hurt less than the hard surface of the walkways would have.

Tews Falls is normally a short hike, maybe about 20 minutes at a steady pace, from Webster’s Falls. The slick trail continued though, extending the hike. We also stopped a lot to admire the gorge, Dundas Peak in the distance and a wisp of the city of Dundas beyond the gorge.

We could safely view Tews Falls, as it plunges 41 m (135 ft.) into the chasm below, from behind guardrails at a couple of lookouts. The usual narrow ribbon of water was showing an impressive mighty strength. Our admiration of the falls was kept to the lookout platforms from above as there are no stairs leading to the bottom.

We could have continued to Dundas Peak (an open ledge), but because of the conditions we deemed it too dangerous. Besides, by the time we made it back to the car at Webster’s Falls, we had had enough of challenging trails.

I was grateful I had worn proper hiking boots. A walking stick may also have been helpful. With care taken, we enjoyed the mild winter day that turned beautiful scenery into extraordinary scenery.

 Rock Glen Conservation Area

Since the trip to Webster’s Falls didn’t deter us from exploring the outdoors in winter, we headed to Rock Glen Conservation Area on an overcast fall afternoon to enjoy the 11 m (36 ft.) waterfall located there. We already had a generous amount of snow on this late November day. Instead of having paved ice to contend with, we had to trudge through thigh deep snow. I had to resort to parking on the road; the driveway, parking lot, and trails hadn’t been cleared. Fortunately, we could follow the footsteps visitors had forged before us. The wooden stairs leading to the base of the waterfall were a little better. We just had to be careful.

The conservation area is off the convoluted Rock Glen Road near Arkona, which is about a 45 minute drive from London, depending on the part of the city you are driving from. I was surprised to find Rock Glen Road reasonably clear as the back roads leading to it were sketchy.

Once we reached the bottom of the falls, we found there were only a few slippery spots, which were easy to avoid. Since it had been cold for awhile, the water falling was generous, but not very strong. Icicles adorned the edges and sections throughout the falling water. They were missing the sparkle that only the sun can give them; however, I still achieved interesting pictures.

There was no one around, so I let Tessi wander freely, only stopping her when I wanted to make use of her modeling skills for my camera. A sign indicates dogs are to be leashed. The cliff and sometimes strong currents can be dangerous to our unaware doggy friends. Tessi had no interest in the water; she was too busy sticking her nose in the snow where she could investigate hidden smells.

I knew from warm weather visits that trails, mostly in the form of wooden stairs, continue downstream along both sides of the Ausable River (the fall’s source). We were mostly interested in the waterfall area anyway, so we didn’t bother tromping through the snow that was likely piled along the way. We were just happy to enjoy the outdoors for a couple of hours.

As I sit here working on the final paragraph of this story, I listen to the rain patter on the windows during what is another mild winter day. I’m taken back to the world of ice, snow and raging water. I feel the surge of Webster’s Falls as it forces it’s way over the cliff and continues it’s unending journey downstream.

For more information:

• Webster’s Falls, Tews Falls and Dundas Peak-www.conservationhamilton.ca; click on Spencer Gorge/Webster’s Falls on the left hand side. You can also call 905-628-3060 or e-mail christie@conservationhamilton.ca for additional information
• www.gowaterfalling.com
• Rock Glen Conservation Area http://www.abca.on.ca/conservationlands.php?page=rockglen  

(c) Cheryl Smyth, 2010

Comments:

Love your stories of Webster Falls and Glen Falls and the lovely pictures. It makes one want to get in the car to view the falls and water.

We did one winter hike in Algonquin - falls and paths laden with ice. It certainly can be dangerous but the beauty of the ice, water and snow was worth every step on the ice.

                                                                 -Patty

Tessi and I shared the outing with the group Dog Paddling Adventures (DPA), a company Eren and Kathryn Howell created in 2000, when they started with a few canoeing trips that included their dog, Jessie (husky mix), and allowed people to bring their own four-legged friends. Eren says on their website, “I have always appreciated watching the natural world, and the opportunity to share it with our pets brings a whole new perspective to the outdoors.” Eventually interest led the couple to offer hikes where dogs would be able to run free. Jessie not only participates in the outings, she holds the position of Chief Dog Operator.

The Toronto based couple plans and organizes the outings, which take place in the beautiful nature parks north of the city. All people and canines are welcome whether experienced or not (besides the most difficult canoe trips). Even the necessary equipment is provided. Length of excursions varies from one day, up to five days. Whereas canoeing keeps DPA busy throughout the summer, hiking takes up the spring and fall seasons. Winter provides skijoring and snowshoeing adventures with the group.

All these activities are available in the Forks of the Credit Provincial Park, where widely varied terrain consists of trails traversing the Niagara Escarpment and the rolling hills of the Oak Ridges Moraine. A generous variety of trees and vegetation grows in the forests we traipsed through. The park is large enough that we easily accomplished four hours of hiking, while leaving more exploration for another visit.

The fall day I signed us up for turned out to be overcast and fairly mild. I was comfortable in jeans and a couple of layers covered by a light windbreaker. Tessi was contented in her own fur as usual.

Eren greeted us right away in the parking lot and pointed out where everyone was gathering. Once I had my backpack and cameras organized, Tessi and I joined them. Eren went over what our day would entail. A couple of expert guides also joined us. Donna, with Murphy (lab) and Rosie (border collie); and Sarah, with her puppy companion, Logan (husky shepherd mix).

Each of us in the group took turns introducing ourselves and our dogs. Canine hikers ranged in size, age, and breed-from Sierra (American mastiff) to Tala and Cleo (mini schnauzers). Logan, at three months old, was the youngest, whereas some of them, such as Mike (lab cocker mix), are in their teens. The human parents, all varying in age, were mainly women; only a few men were present. Most of the group has participated with Dog Paddling Adventures before.

Liv, Mike’s human mom, is one of DPA’s returning customers. She once lived in Calgary, where she and her dog often enjoyed exploring the mountains. During one of their outings they came upon a young bear at Sunwapta Falls. After stunned stares all around, Liv and her leashed companion headed the other way before finding out if momma bear was wandering the area. Liv now calls the Niagara region home. She hasn’t found too many dog friendly places yet, though she says there are a lot of pretty little parks.

Sarah and I talked about various topics on and off throughout the day. She had also lived in Calgary, mentioning that coyotes are a concern in addition to bears. Now she lives in Toronto, where she enjoys taking Logan to the dog park at The Beaches, a lakeside community and well-known tourist destination in the city.

I had plenty of opportunity to chat to my fellow hikers as the day carried on. Carolyn, April’s (husky shepherd mix) mom, told me how April had been bitten the year before in a Toronto off-leash park. Carolyn had been gradually getting her used to other dogs again, purposely waiting to join a large group such as Dog Paddling Adventures. While Carolyn and I talked, I could tell April was a little anxious around some of the dogs; however, with Carolyn’s guidance she settled into a pleasant walk.

Sierra had her own issues to work through. She had gotten lost on a previous outing, but was soon found. Her mom, Debbie, thought maybe she’d stay close this time. They were together every time I noticed them. The guides, equipped with two-way radios, disperse themselves throughout the group. They can quickly check with one another if anyone or any dog is missing.

Tessi, as usual, zipped around trees, bushes and hikers (human and canine), only pausing to beg for treats and to sniff through foliage. Every so often I’d have to call her back if I lost track of her while I was conversing with others.

A few of the dogs had a romp in a pond we passed. I enjoyed watching the big-bodied Sierra frolicking in the water like a child. Debbie had mentioned she doesn’t swim; however, the water was shallow enough for some fun.

We took a brief break where a couple of trails meet. Eren headed us toward the platform overlooking Credit Falls where, for the first time that day, our group spread out. I tended to lag behind because of my picture taking.

We took a longer break at the platform. If Tessi and I had been on our own, I would have, if possible, headed to the bottom of the falls for some exploration. As if Tessi knows my interests, she started heading that way as we approached the platform. While we appreciated the view from above, Eren handed out snacks consisting of GORP*, candies, and Kool-Aid. He had recommended we bring water for ourselves.

After Eren took a group photograph, we headed on. Having a minor issue with my own camera put me way behind the group. Eren and one of guys walked in sight ahead of me. While Tessi ran back and forth between us, I tried to catch up. Interesting photo opportunities of scenic hills and patterns in the grass kept me behind though.

The trail eventually returned to the Credit River, where soon the woods opened to reveal a grassy field. I paused to take pictures of the dogs running and jumping through the long grass.

We stopped for lunch by the shallow, fast moving river where a wall of trees loomed as a backdrop. The guides set out a selection of food items, such as lunch meat, cheese, and buns on a flat part of a tree. We had our pets leashed as previously requested; no one wanted them eating our hard earned lunch. They had had a lot of goodies along the way, since we had been encouraged to help ourselves to Eren’s stash of dog treats. They were offered the leftovers after we ate.

Our afternoon tour would reveal the park’s steeper climbs. Twenty years of being smoke-free means little when I ascend steep hills. One of our fellow hikers had the right idea by pausing a few times to take pictures, giving her lungs respite from the climb.

We settled into a fairly level hike where our footsteps crunched the dead leaves carpeting the forested floor. Partway through the afternoon, a couple of the dogs were found a little too close to some animal excrement. I saw one dog’s fur was smeared with brown that smelled quite stinky. I felt sorry for the dog’s mom; yet, to be honest, I had that instinctive reaction of relief Tessi had not been the one in the situation. About 10 minutes later I caught Tessi rolling in some excrement herself. The rest of my day would be filled with her repulsing aroma. I tried rinsing her with the rest of my bottled water. I’ve always known to carry water when hiking, but never thought of its uses beyond satisfying thirst. Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough to rid her of the icky substance.

As we carried on with our nature tour, hope of a larger water source appearing kept me distracted. Nevertheless, I continued to chat with some of the others, such as Andrea and John Ackroyd while their dogs Amy Jay (border collie) and Daphne Rose (cocker spaniel), along with Tessi, dashed back and forth ahead us. The couple is from Oakville and quite often run their dogs at their local dog park.

On the last leg of our hike, we reached the pond we had encountered earlier in the day. I gave Tessi a rinse with a piece of cloth I happened to have on me.

Back at the parking lot, as I wiped Tessi off with an old towel generously given to me, I thought about how gratifying it had been to have someone else plan an outing. I could enjoy the walk while letting others worry about where we were going. I also appreciated being sent directions beforehand to assist in finding the parking area. I’ve spent too many trips getting lost on my way to parks and in parks.

Time moves on and soon snow will blanket Forks of the Credit Provincial Park and the rest of our countryside. Dog Paddling Adventures will bring out the skis and snowshoes as they abandon themselves to the winter landscape. In no time at all, green will sprout everywhere bringing the heat of summer. People and their canoes, including DPA and its customers, will be found paddling our province’s many rivers. No matter the time of year, a person and his or her canine companion can find interesting ways to enjoy the outdoor scenery.

For more information:

www.dogpaddlingadventures.com

http://www.ontarioparks.com/English/fork.html

*The acronym GORP stands for Good Old Raisins and Peanuts, but is informally used to name any mixture of nuts, dried fruits, seeds and such eaten as a high energy snack during outdoor activities such as hiking.

 (c) Cheryl Smyth, 2009

Pictures taken by Eren from our hike:

http://www.dogpaddlingadventures.com/trippicsnov152009.html

Cheltenham Badlands, north of Toronto, in the Caledon Hills is an unusual sight in Ontario. The land is made of Queenston shale, turned red from the presence of iron oxide. Greenish bands seen throughout the hills, come from groundwater that has transformed the rock to green iron oxide. The 36 hectare (90 acre) area once existed as farmland. Overgrazing had left the land exposed, resulting in what exists today.  

Helen, Tessi, and I arrived at our unusual destination early in the morning. The sun, still low in the sky, was throwing its beautiful lighting across the badlands, emphasizing its convoluted terrain. Tessi enthusiastically jumped around, exploring the landscape while Helen and I took pictures. A loose dog should have reliable call-back since a secondary highway borders the area on one side. I didn’t have to worry about Tessi and the highway. After deciding that the mostly barren hills had little to offer her inquisitive nose, she kept sneaking off towards the woods bordering the other three sides.

Tessi didn’t get muddy, besides her paws, until a 10-week-old lab named A.J. showed up with his owner, Ingrid. They had stopped for a break on their way to Collingwood. A.J. chased Tessi around, covering themselves in red muck in the process. I offered Ingrid a towel; however, she had one with her. While she wiped A.J. off, she commented that she hoped he would snooze during the rest of their journey.

Before leaving ourselves, we had wanted to go for a hike on a trail skirting the badlands. The only one we could find was closed off, which I later found out was because of erosion. When we mentioned to Ingrid our disappointment, she informed us of another one farther up the highway. We would easily see a bridge, which is where the trail traverses the highway.

The Caledon Trailway, once a rail line, is about 36 km (22 miles). After taking pictures from the middle of the overpass of the traffic below, we continued west. Our pink muddy footprints left evidence of our route for the first few steps. The flat landscape made for an easy walk. The trees were still bare, yet the clear sky and warm sun made it a pleasant day to be out.

I let Tessi run free for parts of the walk. A fence stretched along a section of the trail, so I didn’t worry about her wandering too far. I leashed her again when we crossed an old railway bridge spanning a fast running, swollen creek. I not only worried about its swift moving water, but also its depth. I also leashed her when people were nearby, knowing she can be too friendly. We only encountered a few and only a couple of them had dogs. (In my research, I found a website listing comments by people who have used the trail. One comment was a complaint about dogs not on leashes www.canadatrails.ca/tct/on/caledon.html.)

We walked until we came to a crossroad, where we spotted a donkey farm. Before we headed back, Helen, being the animal lover she is, walked over to chat with one of the donkeys that had been watching us.

The day’s outing satisfied our cabin-fevered souls. Though I enjoyed the trail, the unusual rolling hills turned out to be the wonderment of the day. Tessi’s pink-stained fur would fade back to white long before our memories would fade.

For more information:

• www.day-trips.ca/content/cheltenham-badlands
• www.ontariotrails.on.ca/trails-a-z/cheltenham-hills
• www.caledonbrucetrail.org

 (c) Cheryl Smyth, 2009

 In my follow-up research, I had found that the Bruce Trail Conservancy prefers visitors refrain from any activities on the badlands that could harm them, such as riding vehicles, horses or toboggans on the hills and staying off them in wet conditions.

Thinking Daisy and Tessi would have a great deal of energy once we reached London, we stopped at the fenced-in, off-leash area at Greenway Park, just a short walk from where Bark in the Park was being held. Daisy stuck close to Kristyne, occupying herself by sniffing through the grass. She was probably amazed at the presence of odours from the many others of her kind that had been there before her.

When I met up with another friend, Genevieve, and her husband, Dave, who are new doggy parents to 41/2-month-old Rupert, Kristyne took Daisy for a walk through the wooded section. In contrast to Daisy, Rupert, a lab/Australian shepherd mix was running with the other dogs. He eventually came over to us. I barely gave him a pat hello when he ran off to play again. Living in the city, Genevieve is able to take Rupert to the off-leash park often.

Once we decided our four-legged companions had had enough play, we leashed them and strolled over to the event, making our way around pledge earners scattered along the multi-use pathway.

The first tent we approached featured the business A Village Tail, where we were offered sample packs of yummy-looking dog treats. It was the start of the numerous samples the dogs would be given throughout the day.

Two large tents were lined with tables and vendors selling their wares and advertising their businesses. In the first tent, The London Humane Society was selling a variety of merchandise printed with their logo, such as shirts, hats, dog whistles, and more. Most of these items are always available at the shelter. Since the humane society was holding its 25th annual Bark in the Park, they were offering bone-shaped treats with the number 25 baked on top.

Rupert tried stealing one of these special treats he found in front of an older dog lying between two tables. Gen and I managed to pull the tidbit out of Rupert’s mouth. We no sooner retrieved it, when he grabbed it again, making us wrench it out of his mouth once more. The dog’s owner said it was okay for Rupert to have it as there were plenty; however, he has food sensitivities and is not allowed.

We wandered through the second big tent, which was set up the same way as the first. I was talking to two women across a table from me, when a third female popped up between them, putting her paws on the table; eyes immediately checking for anything appetizing. That female was my Tessi. I was surprised her lead reached that far. The two women laughed once they overcame their surprise. I have noticed at dog events that almost everyone is tolerant of minor canine transgressions.

Genevieve and her family headed to the In Dogs We Trust table to talk to trainer Melissa. Rupert is one of her clients. Meanwhile, Kristyne and I took the girls in search of water, as Daisy was thirsty. Before long we found a table where volunteers were filling small Styrofoam bowls with water. Daisy definitely needed refreshment-one of the volunteers kept poring and Daisy kept drinking. Tessi slurped two bowls full herself.

When we returned, we caught up with Genevieve and Dave as they were watching the agility demonstration, where all kinds of dogs ran the course.

As the day progressed, I noticed Daisy isn’t shy with people. She’d walk right up to anyone, presuming she’d be given attention. While we were watching the agility demonstration, Kristyne turned to find Daisy had squeezed in, from behind, between two seated people to say hello.

When Kristyne took Daisy for more water, I stayed to watch the stage entertainment, which showcased pet tricks and dog training demonstrations among other performances. Eventually, after buying a piece of pizza (proceeds were donated), I sat at the end of a row of picnic tables to eat, where the rest of my gang soon joined me. I kept Tessi tethered close to me, while we humans chatted. At one point, I looked down to check her and pulled up an empty collar. She had escaped. After calling her a few times, I found her crawling out from under the other end of the row of picnic tables. She had likely been picking up fallen food. I apologized to the people sitting there, adding an extra apology just in case she had been trying to mooch off them. Again, I was rewarded with an enthusiastic dog tolerant response.

After eating, we headed home. During the drive, the girls had a peaceful, happy sleep; bellies filled with the doggy cookies eaten. They didn’t realize how lucky they were to attend this event that makes money to help fellow canines not so fortunate.

For more information:

• The London Humane Society: www.londonhumanesociety.ca

Some of the vendors we encountered:

• The Barkery www.thebarkery.ca. (sells all natural healthy dog treats). Located in Stratford.
• Dogma London (trendy collars for dogs) www.dogmalondon.com
• The Little m Groom Shoppe (professional pet stylist) melgrooms@sympatico.ca
• A Village Tail (the healthy pet emporium), 519-642-1200, located in London
• Pets R Worth Spoiling www.petsrworthspoiling.com
• Absolutely Creative Training Solutions www.absolutelycreative.ca. Offers pet first aid workshops.
• St. John’s Ambulance Therapy Dog Service
• Always There Pet Care (dog walking, pet sitting, home style boarding) www.alwaystherepetcare.ca
• Dog E Designs (fashion accessories for your dog) www.dog-e-designscanada.com
• Puppy Pawlooza-London’s festival for dogs, August 22, 2009 www.pawlooza.com

 (c) Cheryl Smyth, 2009

Looking forward to our first spring outing, I parked, as the sign instructed, at the Centre for Conservation. The fee of $5.50 per adult had to be paid inside. Since I didn’t notice any signage regarding dogs, I brought Tessi in with me. We walked up to the unoccupied interior window. The staff member, when she appeared, didn’t notice Tessi below. While Helen paid her fee, I scanned a group of information brochures and cards. I must admit, I was distracted by one advertising a photo contest and wasn’t paying attention to Tessi, though I had her tethered closely. She eagerly greeted the newcomers behind us. Thankfully, they like dogs. While I was apologizing, Helen pointed out to me that the staff member had informed her dogs aren’t allowed in the building. I apologized and casually mentioned the lack of signage at the door. I am left wondering if the staff member may have let the presence of my dog slide, had I kept her under control.

After learning that the conservation area has an upper and lower falls, we decided to follow the Cataract Trail (via the Switchback Trail) to the upper falls. Most of the trail hugs the steep hill separating it from Twenty Mile Creek-the cascade’s water source. The depth of forest we walked through revealed unique rock formations and twisted tree roots. A couple ahead of us posed their Boston terrier amid the naturally artistic scenery for their camera. The dog sat like a pro, just as Tessi does.

We came upon the ruins of the Woollen Mill. I directed Tessi to sit in the doorway of the one remaining stone wall. As I joined her for a picture, I grabbed her leash in time to prevent pursuit of a chipmunk. Not that she would have had a chance to catch the animal since it scurried up the wall.

Once back on the trail, the roar of the waterfall became as strong as the fragrance of lilacs. A pathway had been worn in the grass away from the beaten trail to meet a fence barricading the abrupt drop in land. Bushes obstructed a vista of the 11 m (35 ft.) falls. A few metres farther, we came to a proper lookout with a stone barricade in place. I was disappointed to be rewarded with only a view of the top edge of the waterfall, though the creek was pleasant to watch as it flowed over layers of rock before plunging below.

The Cataract Trail loops away from the creek at this point and disappears into the forest, eventually reconnecting with the Switchback Trail. Since we spied no one along that part of the route, I let Tessi loose for some freedom. A few minutes later we heard voices. I had enough time to call her back to her leash, when people appeared. Officially, dogs are to be leashed at all times while in the conservation area.

We headed back to the Centre for Conservation, where we had a quick break before finding and crossing the pedestrian bridge, leading us to an open area with several historical buildings. I once again assumed allowing Tessi to accompany us wasn’t a problem. As we proceeded, we spotted other dogs with their owners.

Most of the buildings were barricaded at their doorways only giving us a dark glimpse at a lost way of life. The exception was a path running from one doorway to the other inside the barn. Equipment was roped off on either side of the path. I took Tessi through; confident she wouldn’t pee on the old wooden floor. Dogs prone to such accidents should stay outside.

The one room family home was open to enter to the inside of the doorway. Artifacts were roped off. A historically dressed woman was available to demonstrate and talk about the era. When I hesitated to enter, she invited Tessi in with us. We stood and listened to the woman as she answered Helen’s questions. As I looked around the room, I recognized the simple quilt-covered bed that an old friend had once taken a beautifully window-lit picture of.

Outside the blacksmith’s building, a small tub with a bedding of straw proved too tempting a photo opportunity. So in Tessi went; what a sport she is as she patiently sat with one paw draped on the curved rim while she endured another photo session.

On the far side of the buildings, we discovered a set of stairs. These lead to the Twenty Valley Trail which connects to the Bruce Trail. As the day was flying by, this further exploration would have to wait for another adventure.

We came upon the 27 m (90 ft.) lower falls, which we could easily observe from a stone wall lookout. Tessi put her paws up on the edge of the wall; she must have been wondering what we were looking at. I lifted her so she could see the other side. Fortunately, she couldn’t make out the mallards sitting contentedly close to the edge of the precipice or she would have been wiggling in my arms in an attempt to go after them.

I noted names of plants listed on the information board by the lower falls, and then we headed back to the car. Wildlife names were also listed, but I only scanned over them since most were familiar, such as the whitetail deer. As we crossed the bridge, I spotted a snake in the water below. After taking pictures of it, I ran back to the information board to find out the name of the creature. Meanwhile, Helen had been able to record the northern watersnake swimming over to a rock to sun itself.

As we explored, lilac bushes dotted throughout the conservation area continued to tantalize my senses, giving me as much enjoyment as Tessi had gotten from whatever hidden smells she encountered throughout the day. This was one trip where my senses of sight and smell were both satisfied.

For more information:

www.infoniagara.com/recreation/hiking/balls.html

www.npca.ca/conservation-areas/balls-falls/default.htm

(c)Cheryl Smyth, 2009

Tessi doesn’t know I used to see numerous people walking their furry companions as I rode my bike on the multi-use pathways running throughout the city, joining its many recreational and nature parks, and its few dog parks. She only knows there are several places where she can run free. I tell her the one in the east end of London, at Pottersburg Park, was once unfenced. Usually, the animals were busy playing with one another to bother any people passing by; yet there was one time, while I was struggling on roller blades, I almost ran into a dog that suddenly appeared in front of me from the trees bordering that stretch.

The five hectare (14 acre) section is now enclosed and is one of three generous sized fenced-in off-leash settings. Each one features an open field and a wooded spot with worn footpaths meandering through. Stoney Creek Park, in the north end, has the added bonus or annoyance (depending on your pet and the time of year) of a creek flowing through it. Each park has a double-gated entrance and includes a small dog area. Artistic bone-shaped benches were added last year. Tessi and I often stop at one of the parks when we’re in the city. She spends a little time playing with the other dogs before moving off to explore the grass and bushes.

Greenway Park, in London’s west end, has the newest off-leash area. The nearby multi-use path leads to the bigger Springbank Park, where I’ve taken Tessi for leashed walks along the Thames River. Many ducks and geese make the river their home. At times, the water’s edge gets crowded as an audience of adults watches their children and grandchildren joyfully feed bread scraps to the waterfowl.

London is very much a dog friendly city. The London Dog Association organizes all things canine to help dog lovers and non-dog people live in peaceful co-existence. Rules are established at the off-leash parks so the animals, with their distinctive personalities, get along as amicably as possible; and also to help owners avoid triggering undesirable situations.

The association holds an annual fundraiser pooch plunge. This year it will be on September 6 (2009) at the Stronach Pool.

The London Humane Society also holds a couple of annual fundraisers. Bark in the Park which runs on June 7, 2009, features a walk-a-thon, events, and booths either selling doggy items or sharing doggy information. I participated a few years ago by selling pet pictures I had taken at the event.

I’ve been able to take Tessi into two former places of employment. Most of the staff at Forest City Image Centre (FCIC) love animals. Joe, the manager, encourages customers to bring their dogs in.

I remember when I worked downtown at Novacks (an outdoor/travel store), I once watched a dog being fitted for a doggy backpack (which they still sell). That led me to eventually ask the manager, Terry, if I could bring Tessi in. He gave me an enthusiastic okay. Officially, Terry states that dogs are more than welcome, as long as they are well behaved (which I would emphasize for any place of business).

These stores are both downtown. If I happen to be there in the summer, I can get a bite to eat at the Covent Garden Market. Though dogs aren’t allowed inside the building, there are vendors situated around the outdoor eating area in the nice weather. Nearby McDonalds has the convenience of a walk-up window, so you don’t have to enter the restaurant.

Whether shopping inside, appreciating nature at one of the off-leash parks or a leashed stroll along one of the paths, I can keep Tessi busy with many sights and sounds (and smells). I can enjoy my former place of residence in a way I never could while living there.

 For more info:

• The London Dog Association: www.cintads.com/ldoa/home.htm. You’ll find the rules of the off-leash parks listed with explanations, along with other general information.
• The Annual Pooch Plunge info:

Date:  Sunday Sept. 6^th, 2009

Location:  Stronach Pool

Plunge Times:

1st Session: 1:00 - 1:50 p.m.

2nd Session: 2:10 - 3:00 p.m.

3rd Session: 3:20 - 4:10 p.m.

Don’t forget to register at ldoa@rogers.com

All proceeds from this years plunge will go to the St. John’s Therapy dogs.

• London Humane Society Fundraisers:

Bark in the Park 25th Annual Dog (and People) Walk-a-thon

Sunday, June 7, 2009

10 a.m.-2 p.m.

Greenway Park, London, ON

Pledge forms available soon at: www.londonhumanesociety.ca or call 519-451-0630 ext. 222 for further details

• Christmas Pet Gifts campaign

November & December 2009

Various citywide venues

Put a special gift under the tree this year for your pet and help all the animals at the London Humane Society at the same time.

Full details available at: www.londonhumanesociety.ca or by calling 519-451-0630 ext. 222 in October.

• Novacks www.novacks.com
• Forest City Image Centre www.imagespin.com

(c) Cheryl Smyth, 2009

Numerous waterfalls dot the Niagara Escarpment as it runs through the Hamilton area. I had enjoyed our day trips to Webster’s Falls and Tews Falls and was ready to explore another. From my research, The Devil’s Punch Bowl is said to be one of the nicest and according to MapQuest looked easy to find on the outskirts of the busy city.

The ribbon type cascade measures 37 m (121 ft.) high. The wall behind it is filled with coloured layers of Silurian stratified rock. As interesting as it was to view the falls and Hamilton from above, the depths of the gorge beckoned me to come and explore. I had to find the trail I had read about.

My usual pals, Tessi and Helen, were along for the ride. Our getting to the falls proved a challenge. The directions on the map I found on MapQuest seemed simple. The problem was I didn’t look beyond the area we were headed for. Further west, where we decided to turn to connect to the needed Mud Road, we passed over the four lane Lincoln M. Alexander Parkway. Not knowing this highway changed into Mud Road caused us to travel to the northern edge of the city and back again. When we finally arrived at the falls, I wanted to make the most of the visit to make up for the hassle of getting there.

After we made our way back up that difficult path, of which I decided must be someone’s party area, we reluctantly headed back to the car. I first decided to walk along the edge of the treed area to see if a route to the gorge would appear out of nowhere. Sure enough, I chanced on a partly hidden opening with a sign indicating the way to the Bruce Trail, which would take us to our destination.

The forest floor was a stunning sea of green. When I looked closer at the plants bordering the start of the trail, they looked suspiciously like poison ivy. I had read previously that there are sections of the Bruce Trail covered in the nasty plant. At first I thought all the foliage was poison ivy, but on looking closer, most of the plants had more than three leaves on a stem. We could steer clear of the threatening plants as the path was wide at this spot. I had to be careful with Tessi. Though she wouldn’t break out in a rash herself, she could get the sap on her fur and transfer it to us when we touch her. We would have to watch where we walked since there would likely be more. The fact that Helen has easily suffered from several rashes in the last few years suggests she is very susceptible (she figures it’s from tents she has fixed as part of her sewing business). I once had poison ivy as a child, so I wasn’t sure how my body would react.

The trail was steep, with the greenery full. Plants came up to our waist and higher, crowding us as we walked. The route widened as we joined the Bruce Trail at the bottom of the hill. I tried to keep a lookout for more poison ivy, but only saw one patch. I warned Helen, who was trailing behind taking pictures.

I let Tessi loose once we came to a set of widely spaced steps. She led us down to the swiftly moving Stoney Creek, where she immediately stepped out on the multi-level flat rocks for a drink. Fortunately, the current wasn’t strong. I grabbed Tessi when a man appeared with his dog, which was respectably leashed, until they disappeared up the steps. We followed the route along the water, passing the 6 m (20 ft.) Lower Punchbowl Falls. Tessi stayed on the pathway, which was close to a somewhat short drop-off. I made her heel as we skirted a spot where the edge had eroded away part of the path.

We had passed a photographer, who had been carrying his professional-type camera and tripod. (I remember when I was so disciplined.) I next saw him at the base of the lower falls and wondered how he climbed down there, especially as I know the difficulties of carrying photo equipment while climbing.

As I moved on, I eventually lost track of Helen, so I sat on a rock and waited. Soon she and the photographer showed up. At this point, the photographer followed the trail as it turned away from the creek and headed to higher ground. Helen, shadowed by Tessi, crossed the ankle-deep water, where it was easier to continue to the falls. I caught up to them after taking some pictures and enjoying the deliciously cool water on my feet.

We took pictures of each other and Tessi in front of the falls and the distinctive bands of coloured rock. It would have been preferable to stand closer to the cascade or even fun to stand under it, but we couldn’t tell how much ground the plunging water had carved out beneath the cloudy pool of water at its base.

At one point, we were distracted by a disturbance coming from the seemingly too steep to climb gravelly slope on one side of us. We spotted the photographer, who almost went for a tumble as he lost his grip on the loose stones.

Besides my struggle to cross back over the creek in a difficult spot (where the rocky creek bed was more unstable) to get to the trail, our return to the car was uneventful. Once we were topside again, we saw our photographer friend for the last time appear above the falls (looks like he managed to climb that precarious slope).

We came through our adventure unscathed-no cuts from broken glass, no falls in the creek or poison ivy rashes-or so I thought. The next time I talked to Helen, she informed me she had poison ivy all over her legs, arms and face.

For more information:

• The 800 km (500 mile) Bruce Trail follows the Niagara Escarpment from the Niagara region to Tobermory. Googling “bruce trail” will bring up a selection of sites to check out.
• www.gowaterfalling.com
• www.cityofwaterfalls.ca
  

(c) Cheryl Smyth, 2008

At the Dorset Fire Tower Park, the lookout tower looms 142 m (466 ft.) above lake level, giving a memorable 803 square km (310 square mile) viewing radius of tree carpeted hills dotted with lakes. The park was one of the first places we explored during our visit to the Huntsville area of the Muskoka region of Ontario.

We stopped at the Arrowhead Inn, owned by Herta and Tristan Thomm, on our arrival in Huntsville, so we could unload the car and get settled into the room we would have for two nights. We were then ready to delve into discovering what was hidden in the unending forests.

Before leaving, however, I had a chat with Herta. She and her husband are dog-friendly people, owning two themselves. Included in the response to my email sent for information was “no extra charge for the 35 lb. mix and also very welcome at our location.”

Herta told me how she and her husband generally allocate a couple of rooms for people accompanied by dogs. She said that out of 40 canine guests, maybe three will be a problem. Throughout the year, agility events can bring 20 or more dogs at a time to their motel. Herta has excellent cleaning equipment for the rooms, so people coming later wouldn’t know an animal had been there. For extra sensitive guests, she’ll make sure a couple of rooms get aired out for a month or so.

Canines are allowed leashed at the sides and front of the motel. There is a generous area out back where they are allowed to run free, if they have good call-back. Conveniently placed at each end of the building is a garbage pail and some poop baggies. I let Tessi have some off-leash freedom in the back before we headed out to find the Dorset Fire Tower Park.

The park was easy to find and after paying the $4 charge, I drove the car up the hill to the parking area. Andrea, the woman working at the park store, stopped us to take a picture of Tessi. She loves dogs and likes having pictures of the ones visiting the park. I spent some time chatting with her before we headed to the tower. She told me she had lived in the Yukon for five years, which she loved and misses immensely. She and her pooch, Caden, used to enjoy amazing nature walks on endless trails in and outside of Whitehorse, from the lower to upper benches into the high country and sometimes to the top of the surrounding mountains.

Somehow our conversation led to a discussion of the problem of discarded broken glass, which seems common everywhere and easily found by our pet’s paws. I was surprised when Andrea told me it was even an issue in the natural region of the Yukon. I found that out when I told her Tessi has cut her paws a few times on broken glass hidden throughout the village where we live. Even at the tower, Andrea often picks up glass shards.

I talked to her again after the tower climb. She gave me an alcohol swab for the wound on my neck. I felt like such a mean mom for taking Tessi up the stairs; however, I’m used to her willingly joining me on my adventures. Andrea said that most people leave their dogs below when they climb the tower. Some of the dogs then spend the time whining while their family is gone. I’ve since found in my research that only 60% of human visitors climb the 128 steps to the top of the tower. Hurray for Tessi for reaching the top.

She was very happy once we were hiking the park’s 2.3 km (1.4 mile) trail. It reveals the area’s precious array of trees and plant life, offering various types we don’t see in the sparse Carolinian forests at home. I used to love taking close-up pictures in nature, but hadn’t done so in years. An interesting variety of ferns and fungi littered the forest floor, shooting up from twisted tree roots and old fallen trees. I was inspired to make almost constant use of my camera while we walked. Holding a leashed Tessi in one hand and taking steady pictures with the other proved a challenge, especially on some of the rougher terrain. I noticed Tessi loved the change in scenery as well; she was eager to sniff most of the plants we passed.

In compliance to the sign over the store’s door, I kept Tessi leashed. I didn’t want to chance her going after bears anyway. I would like to think we’d have seen one, as the trees were spread out. The trail gradually worked its way downhill. A section of large rocks was tricky to climb over, with the blazes being the only indication we were still on a trail. We came close to a highway before the trail turned to head back up the hill. The information on the map wasn’t lying when it said that part of the route was very steep. We struggled our way up to get back to the tower area.

Tessi, in her usual impatience, spent most of her time during our hike at the other end of the stretched leash. This actually helped keep me stable as we went over the rocks and up the steep hill. I’m not sure if I agree with the classification of the trail I had read, which said it is moderate in difficulty. We were questioning the definition of moderate often during our hike, though it was an enjoyable challenge and well worth the effort.

Peek-a-Boo Rock, a lookout we happened upon once we returned to the tower area, took us down a few easy steps to a chain link fence blocking a sudden drop. The view was another of the lakes and trees. By this time the sun was low in the sky, treating us to beautifully lit forested hills.

The next day, we went in search of a couple of picnic areas with water features, which were indicated as being right beside highway 60 (the main highway between Huntsville and Algonquin Park) on our tourist’s map. As we drove, first looking for Oxtongue Rapids, we eventually saw the sign—Oxtongue Rapids Park Road—on a paved side road. When the road turned to dirt, I realized we were heading to another destination that seemed to be in an obscure place. I was reassured we were heading the right way when the road met up with a lively river. We soon saw a picnic table under a shelter and a portable toilet. If it wasn’t for all the names etched into the shelter’s posts, I’d wonder if anyone ever went there.

A row of trees divided the river and road. Making sure Tessi stayed on the river side, I let her loose. I didn’t want her wandering into the woods on the other side. She stuck close to either me or Helen, who wandered upstream a bit. I also didn’t want Tessi to be tempted to go in the water for a drink, as I didn’t know how strong the currents were. She must have sensed the river wasn’t a good place to wade since she took a drink while standing on the bank.

After many pictures taken by Helen and me, we left the rapids to find Ragged Falls. Once back on highway 60, we continued east toward Algonquin Park. We passed another Oxtongue Rapids Park Road sign, giving me the feeling the long road would have eventually come back out to the highway if we had followed it through instead of coming back the way we came.

Ragged Falls turned out to be in a provincial park, where a trail meanders through the woods, partly skirting the bluff overlooking Oxtongue River. Our first sight of the falls was at a distance and blocked by trees. Eventually, we were treated with a better view as we got closer, though trees still tightly framed the vista. At this point, the cliff’s edge was safely fenced.

The trail led us to a compelling outcrop along the top of the falls. In this section, fencing was nonexistent. I kept Tessi leashed, as I had so far, while we climbed around the outcropping. We were very close to the water churning and rolling its way around and over rocks, before escaping to the bottom of the cliff. To be so close to the tempestuous river was thrilling.

Our hike continued to hug the river. The water ran quiet most of the way, with the occasional rapids. We walked until we saw a “hunting in progress” sign. Not knowing if it was still valid, we turned and headed back. We returned to the car with the satisfaction of enjoying another hike where we continued to see a wide diversity of foliage (and smells for Tessi).

After a lunch break at the motel, we stayed in Huntsville to hike one of the many recreational trails in the area offering a variety of lengths. We chose the shorter 1.2 km (less than a mile) Memorial Park Trail. It starts off following the Muskoka River on one side and an old railroad track on the other. I found the directions the tourism pamphlet gave us to be confusing. We took a couple of wrong turns before we got our bearings. We knew it led to Lion’s Lookout, which we eventually found. The walk from the lookout was on even terrain through the woods, except for a 300 m (984 ft.) steep climb (a warning was stated in the pamphlet). The pathway then opened to a playing field hemmed in on two sides by walls of jagged rock. An opening in the trees on the other side of the field got us back on the path, taking us to a secondary road. A hike down the hill led back to the starting point in time to find supper.

We decided to try Chinese takeout from the Kings Buffet restaurant. While carefully cutting my well-done sweet and sour chicken, back in the motel room, I was thinking about how Herta had mentioned to me that she wishes when a dog does have an accident that the owner would tell her. Just then, the chicken ball went flying across the table and unto the floor, leaving a bright pink saucy trail. Luckily, I got it cleaned up before it stained. Just as I mentioned to Helen to be careful, one of her chicken balls went flying across the table and down the curtain. We were lucky to erase that pink path, too. It would have been sadly ironic to tell Herta we made a mess, not Tessi.

Tuesday morning, I had planned a visit with Lisa Brooks from Happy Tails Camp and Resort, located about eight km (five miles) outside of Huntsville. I had met her at Woofstock and was interested in learning more about her facilities. Though I never like to leave Tessi anywhere, if I did this would be the place. Dogs have a freedom here they probably only imagine in their dreams. The camp features a wooded lot where they can freely sniff through grass or chase squirrels. There is an area featuring a spring-fed pond for the dogs to swim in. Inside, the doggy bedrooms all lead out into a common area where they can snooze in front of a fireplace.

Tessi and I accompanied Lisa to the top of a knoll overlooking the pond. Lisa called to her canine guests, which brought them rushing outside with wagging tails and excitement. We could observe them hang out without them knowing we were watching. Lisa’s own pet, a pug named Stella, followed us, along with some of Lisa’s free roaming chickens that unintentionally enticed Tessi to constantly pull on her leash to go after them. Since Lisa’s own dogs ignore the chickens, such as Stella was, they have no fear.

I get the impression that Lisa is very proud of Babe, a 16 year old lab/collie mix, for she seems to be a fine example of what Lisa has been able to achieve with her camp. Babe came to Lisa two years ago, because the owners couldn’t take care of her anymore. The dog’s quality of life has since improved exponentially. Lisa says, “She runs, drops down on her front to invite me to play her favourite game of catch-me-if-you-can…and then scoots and runs loops around me…to show me how fast she is…. “

Lisa offers long-term pet care for those who have to be away or are indisposed for an extended time, such as a serious illness, a job out of the country, or Armed Forces duty.

Once my visit with Lisa was over, we had to head home. I was surprised that it took only five hours to reach London, where Helen lives. I had only another hour beyond London until I was home. It was nice to learn that the Muskoka region, with its mass of parks and trails, all celebrating the beautiful scenery, was not far from home.

Websites for more info:

www.arrowheadinn.ca

www.happytails.on.ca
www.dorset-tower.ca

Andrea informed me recently that the issue of the rocks on the trail at Dorset Fire Tower Park is being looked into.

(c) Cheryl Smyth, 2008