At last the snow is almost all melted and the sun is out. We decided to ride down St. Mark's Hill to the Humber to see if there was much ice. At first, we thought the trail was completely clear.
Silly us. Of COURSE there was an ice jam! But it didn't look so bad. And we decided to walk across it rather than turn back. We'll do ANYTHING rather than ride up St. Mark's hill!! After Tot stumbled across, he got out the camera (we remembered to bring the camera!!) and started snapping pictures.
It took me ages to get across - stepping carefully on each block of ice to make sure it was steady, then drag the bike up over each block. (Tot did offer to come back and help....)
I finally reached the other side and we rode our bikes for about 20 meters on beautifully cleared path, gazing at the rushing water beside us and the beautiful blue sky above.
And we reached another field of ice. And clambered across.
The next clear section of trail was only about 3 metres wide and followed by really swampy field of ice covered in branches. We staggered across lugging the increasingly heavy bikes over fallen tree trunks. Tot asked if I needed help. No, I could manage.
A young family newly here from Asia (the woman was very surprised to hear that we hadn't had much snow this winter; she thought it was LOTS), stood on the other side, watching our slow progress. The man called over to me, asking if he could help. No, thank you, I could manage. Good thing I said that too. There were several really muddy sections and wobbly ice chunks. If there were another person there, I'd surely have fallen.
At one point, I lifted my foot over a tree trunk and saw that I was only wearing a sock. My shoe had been left behind in the mud. I stepped back into the shoe and squelched it out. The other sock-clad foot followed suit, going back to the shoe and squelching out.
Yes, it's true. These are NOT the right shoes to wear on such a venture. Remarkably, my feet were completely dry.
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