Vendredi nous étions tous les deux de repos. Une de ces matinées tranquilles avec un brunch tard et a midi une visite sur internet pour obtenir des billets pour le concert de Modest Mouse. Pas facile mais je suis têtue et nous en avons deux pour le mois de Juillet.
Il était donc un peu tard quand nous avons pris la route pour aller marcher. Nous pensions aller a la Florence Natual Preserve du cote de Gerton, mais avant ca, Hubby voulait jeter un œil a un sentier qu'il avait remarque du cote de Little Pisgah. En effet de l'autre cote du sentier qui pars vers Little Pisgah, se trouve un autre départ, marque par un ruban de plastique jaune. Le début n'étais pas franchement intéressant surtout que c'etait pas mal de descente, or Hubby espérait que ca nous amènerait vers des rochers plus en hauteur. Nous avons teste un premier sentier qui semblait bifurquer, rien, enfin si du Poison Ivy tout neuf!
Quelques centaines de mètres plus bas nous étions a une intersection évidente marquée par cet arbre couvert de marqueurs.
Friday we were both off. It was one of those chill mornings with a late brunch and around noon a rush to Internet to get tickets for the Modest Mouse concert. It wasn't easy to get them but I'm stubborn and we now have two for July. So it was a bit late when we took the road to go on a hike. We were thinking about hiking in the Florence Nature Preserve next to Gerton, but before that Hubby wanted to check out a trail head he had seen next to Little Pisgah. Indeed on the other side of the Little Pisgah trail head was an other trail marked by a yellow plastic ribbon. The beginning didn't seem promising with a lot of downhill when Hubby had hoped it would take us higher toward rock formations. We checked out a first trail that seemed to go a different way but find nothing except for fresh Poison Ivy! A few hundred yards below we were at an obvious intersection marked by several ribbons on a tree.
We decided to follow the trail that seemed to go uphill. In the middle of the forest the ground is slowly getting covered with greens.
Among other things trillium.
The trail didn't seem to be used very often, but the yellow ribbons allowed us not to get lost.
Half-way through we came across the rock formations Hubby had been dreaming about. Not necessarily good for bouldering, but it was still impressive and beautiful. A nice surprise.
We continued to hike up the slope, surrounded by rock formations. From time to time the trail became more uneasy, steeper, that's when we appreciated what the trail blazers left behind: ropes. Quite useful to pull yourself up to a steadier ground.
One of the beautiful surprise of this hike was this amazing rock arch.
As we progressed, I had this feeling of entering an enchanted forest. This kind of space where one can imagine gnomes, elves and other trolls well installed. A little bit of magic in the air? And how not to believe it when you see those small openings carpeted with moss in the rocks?
Or yet when you see those tiny ferns, certainly planted by elves.
Close to the crest we were at the level of the tree top, including this magnolia whose flowers were barely open.
But it's the clearings that marveled us the most. Suddenly the forest opens up, at the end of this rock you can see far, you try to recognize the landscape, you admire the spring colors.
A little bit farther we will find a "geo-cache", a plastic box with information left behind for a orientation race, but who cares about the box because it's this breathtaking view that will be the culmination of our hike.
Below we recognize a farm.
Le chemin continue, on le suit un peu mais il se met a descendre brusquement le long de la crete, on le suit un moment mais nous decidons de faire demi-tout, trouver l'autre depart de sentier sera pour une autre fois.
We continue to hike for a while. An other rock platform right in the sun will be the perfect spot for a snack while looking at the butterflies.
The trail continues and we follow it for a while, but it suddenly goes straight downhill, following the crest, we follow it a while but decide to turn around, finding the other trail head will be for an other time.
On of those trails off the maps, a surprise that only luck can allow to discover. We were alone on that trail, a moment off of time that I hope to do again.