2013-10-28 49 -123

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Location

pacific spirit park

Participants

• Wijnland (talk)
• Rhonda
• Rex Wolf (talk)

Plans

this one is so easy it has to be done. I will go after work around 17.30 Wijnland (talk) 12:19, 28 October 2013 (EDT)

Saw the hash this morning, determined to cut some time out of work to go and tramp out into the brush! Rex Wolf (talk) 18:22, 28 October 2013 (EDT)

Expedition

Rex

I spooled out from my work site in downtown and headed for the hashpoint. Yeah, I'm playing hooky, but it's for a good cause. :) There's a nice place to park along the trail, at the intersection of Imperial, King Edward, and 29th. Covered in leaves, but then a lot of thing are covered with leaves at this time of year.

There's also more people out today than I had expected. People and dogs, mostly. I guess that makes sense, though--Imperial is a leash-optional trail in the winter months, and most of the people I see are taking advantage of that to walk their dogs off-leash. I also pass a quartet of runners who are running uphill along the trail, stopping, walking back downhill, and then jogging back uphill again. More power to them, I dare say.

I chug along the trail at a pretty good pace, making note of a sign pointing out that this is a habitat for "stream creatures." I'm not sure why, but that phrase tickles my fancy. A moment later, however, and I start growing concerned as I note that there's a wire fence along the trail. I have no idea how far it goes, this being my first time in this park, but it could be bothersome.

Fortunately, when Hemlock splits off of Imperial, the fence doesn't continue along. That's probably because Hemlock is a leash-required trail. Which may also be why nobody's on this trail.

I walk along for a bit, noticing some very nice openings off into the bush. Fool that I am, I decide to push further up the trail, to minimize the amount of time I spend in the brush. Which leads me into pushing through many brambles, some of what I swear is wild blackberry tendrils, and lots of dried ferns playing host to spiderwebs aplenty. Gack! But I manage to follow my GPS compass and twirl my way into a copse of trees where the brush seems to be less prevalent. When my GPS tells me that the haspoint is suddenly behind me, I know I've managed to reach my destination. Somewhere out here, anyways.

I tack up my sign, mug a Stupid Grin™ for the camera, and then start thinking about how to exit back to the trail. I don't particularly want to go blundering back along the path I took in here, and I notice a wonderful, mostly clear path under the trees, heading back in the direction of the trail. I get this sinking feeling that this is the "longer" path that I passed up earlier. Sure enough, it is. I feel remarkably silly.