|Old Sicamous Road|
|...so glad I bought the heavy duty stroller for the woods ...|
“This couldn’t be true of a house where there is someone under one year old,” I thought, so I went over to see if Landon Hicks had woken anyone in his house.
Laynie was up, but not the baby, and though Glen encouraged her to take the run with me, the baby was awake by the time his mom had her running shoes on, so Glen suited up and off to the trail we went
Glen pushing the baby along the Trans Canada Highway until we came to the Walking Cycling Trail that follows Old Sicamous Road right into town.
The walk was equally enjoyable the next day.
|Art bought me a telephoto lens for my birthday|
I learn something new every time I walk the trail – and especially with an old forester.
Here is my laundry list of new things I saw along the way and new hints that Glen gave me to help me truly enjoy the forest.
|Art and Teague, fishing at 6 am|
You can see them in the lower left hand side of the picture, barely a dot on the water.
We stopped again to look at the barrier that Highways constructed about 20 years ago.
There is a potential slide area, one where the rocks could come down and cover the railroad track.
|highways slide barrier|
Stopping at this point to look up to the highway and then down to the water is well worth the time spent there, getting an idea of where the slide comes from and how it could impact the railroad below.
One of the signs that I have missed along the way is one that is high on the highway side of the trail, instead of down low, at eye level as the other signs are.
“You can see it up there, a little higher than the goat’s beard,” Glen said, pointing to where the sign was nailed, high in a tree.
Sure enough, the 3 kilometre sign was hidden way up where I would have never seen it.
We had a long lesson on the difference between step moss and pipe cleaner moss.
“I could remember the Latin names with a little refresher,” he said, “but you get the idea with the common names.”
We paused for a minute to take pictures at a place where someone has built a small wooden bench on a look-out that gives a good view up toward The Narrows, a place where all three of us had our cameras in hand.
The Indian Pipe was in large patches along the trail – not hard to see, if one would just look down, which is where I was looking most of the time, to keep my footing secure.
|Look up. Look up.|
“Foresters are always told to look up”, said Glen, and indeed, he taught me how to see the difference between the cedar cover and the more mature Douglas Fir cover in the forest as we walked along, a new learning for me.