….In Praise of Walking Thomas A. Clarke
Ten days ago, my sister and I drove to Twillingate and did some twacking (the top meaning😊) before joining our cousin at R & J Restaurant for lunch. All three of us enjoy the outdoors and hiking so the conversation led to hiking in the Twillingate area. Our cousin lives there and asked if we had ever done the hike in Little Harbour. No we hadn’t , but of course now we have!
Lower Little Harbour where at one time people lived year around, did they resettle up the trail to Little Harbour;)?
I have always liked the word mosey, it conjures up visions of quietly taking your time, of feeling warm and centered. We discussed the spelling of this “Mozy Inn” , because I had never seen it written. Someone would add an ‘e’, someone would have used ‘s’ instead of ‘z’, etc., but we all agreed that it was a lovely inviting spot. Interestingly enough I did see it written a few days later in Michael Winter’s book Into the Blizzzard…………mosey.
Sugg…an interesting surname for Newfoundland I thought
It was a brilliant, bitterly cold day.
The Natural Arch .
An unexpected, invigorating hike. Thank you Debra.
“Walking. I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.” Linda Hogan
No trek yet today, just some pondering as I sit sipping my tea surrounded by things I love. A very old hutch, an old cabinet that my dad made years ago, a little old stand that displays my Thrift Store find of a beautiful teapot and cup that when perfectly aligned form an Hydrangea, complete with stem and leaves; my paintings, artwork and poetry, my digital photo frame which sends out memories and, at odd moments throughout the day, I stop and enjoy, my journal and my cup which reads “Life is a Story, Make Yours a Best Seller.” Many would not find my life a best seller, but for me my family, complete now with sons in law and grandchildren, my curious mind, my love of hiking and exploring and the continuing search for simplicity make it a seller that I hope to continue writing.
“Not all those who wander are lost”
I just received my TTT newsletter for 2016 and unfortunately I can’t attend this year, but I certainly recommend this festival. Norris Point and Woody Point are breathtaking! This fe…
Source: “My riches consist not in the extent of my possessions but in the fewness of my wants.” J. Brotherton
It is now officially Spring, but I see little evidence of it having arrived. The Cove is full of ice, there is still snow around even though we haven’t had much accumulation this winter and the winds have been ferocious! Thankfully they have diminished today and I did see a crow tearing pieces of burlap from around my rose tree to build his /her nest (they both build the nest). They are very wise birds, so I will have to believe that Spring is indeed here. Continue reading “Happy Spring! Gardening, poetry & hope.”
We passed this trail many times this summer while driving to Twillingate. Each time I said I need to explore that one, but never made the time to stop. Finally a few months ago, in January we did, and the first thing that came to my mind was ‘what a nice little trail’. I run a mile when I hear ‘nice little’ (sounds boring to my ears) so I replaced my thoughts with short and colourful.
I will definitely take my grandchildren on this trail, so I had to test the equipment for safety! What fun!
I wasn’t wearing my Garmin and the signage didn’t indicate the distance around the pond, but I believe it is a little over one km. We hiked to the top of the lookout to get a little workout. Everywhere there are quotes and colourful stairs, tables, bird houses and benches. The Town of Summerford is to be commended for the work put into the trail and I am sure walkers will enjoy looking for the little surprises around every corner. They sure brought a smile to my face.
As you can see from the photos, it was late evening when we were here and I can only imagine how much nicer it would be in the summer and fall.
I found some magic on a cold January day.