Day 1.
That was a stunning Saturday morning in London, a south east
municipality of Ontario, Canada. Six Indians,
who came to London for their oversea assignments, are all set to rock their
Canadian day long weekend. Team
comprises of a pilot, a co-pilot, an organizer, two photographers and a
passenger. Plan is to hit Bruce
Peninsula, the land in the Lake Huron. Pilot
fed the motel address to the GPS lady tom-tom. Earlier the organizer had reserved
motel rooms in Chatsworth a town near by the peninsula. Since peninsula had no available room to
accommodate us.
The vehicle has been geared up towards Chatsworth. Tom-tom told us “you have 3 hours 15 minutes
to reach your destination”. This time it
is not a highway route but it comprise of state and local roads. Highway & local roads have its own
uniqueness. On highway we can cover hell lot of distance quickly where as local
roads are best for site seeing. We were
able to see many farm fields with variety of crops. Could make out only few of
them like mustered field, apple field, corn field. Landscape lovers would simply love & like
this colorful route. We came to know that a Canadian farmer could own
helicopter. We managed to reach the motel around 2:00 pm with a quick break in
midway.
After about an hour of rest, headed towards Owen Sound, a
town near peninsula. Pilot’s familiarity
with the place helped us locating an Indian restaurant around. Everyone liked
the food they ordered but unfortunately pilot’s choice went wrong and he didn’t
like it. After the lunch we saw a Looney-tooney shop nearby, photographers already
turned into in the shop. Pilot took us
to Harrison Park in five minutes. While
we enter the park we saw a beautiful nonlinear stream for boat peddling.
When we got out of the car and birds gave a loud welcome.
Duck, goose and some other birds were swimming and singing. Some time it
sounded like asking for food.
Unfortunately we didn’t have anything to feed them. One big sized goose
with long neck dipped its head inside water and it took it back very rhythmic,
that was repeatedly doing same action. It must have looked for food. When we step ahead, I saw a small cute girl
feeding some grains to one very big goose with no fear. That was an awesome scene by itself.
We moved ahead to see a waterfall around there, but stopped
walking after seeing our national bird in a prison cell. She gave a pleasant look on her own wear which
was neatly patterned and colored. She
got very lengthy and beautiful feathers. Her attractive crest was telling me
the story of fall of her ‘Queen’dom. She was a great queen of a wealthy forest.
Everything was well until humans invade into the forest, during the invade she
fought bravely for her homeland and paying the price now. Being a queen she got a royal cell in the
prison. When we just about walk ahead to
the falls. She again attracted the crowed by spreading her feathers. Oh my god!
I don’t find words to describe it. It was almost round in shape. We can say it as the shape of a pizza where a
1/8th piece taken out. We were not able to stop our photographers. Finally we moved from the spot. Our pilot was
lucky enough to receive bird shit right on his head.
Finally started walking towards the water fall. It was about
a 20 minutes pleasant walk on bank of the stream in a green forest. We are almost reached the fall it was very
small but beautiful. Nobody was there
except six of us. And we saw a sign board saying stop here as it was a private
property. The Photographers were too
busy during the course of walk. The place was pleasant on hot sunny day. And
the place already has carefully broken my belief that a tourist spot will
always be crowded. There was a bridge made by a natural event, a big tree had
fallen across the stream. That had perfectly connected two banks of the stream.
The bridge was not prefect horizontal,
but its ~30⁰
slope made very difficult to walk over the bridge. But our organizer managed to
touch the other bank and reach back safely. We stepped into water, oh that was ice cold. Cleanliness
of the water tempted and dared to drink that.
Filled into a water bottle, there were hesitations but we all drank.
Our mindset of covering most spots, didn’t allow us to stay longer
in that place. That would keep on
reminding us ‘should move for the next’ and won’t let us enjoy the present
moment. We had to move ahead for next spot for the day.
30 minutes drive transferred us to next spot “Sauble Beach”. Even if you are a person who visits many
beaches but never get into water, cleanness and shallowness of the lake will
definitely pull you down to water. But
when you foot into water the coldness will simply bring you back to sand. That’s
the real beauty even in a hot summer day. We forcefully dipped ourselves completely
into water to get our body used to the temperature. We had a tennis ball to
play “catch the ball” and we would have easily spent 1 ½ hours in water. It’s time to get out of water.
Hot chili bajji or hot onion bonda would have made us to
heaven. But what to do? We are obligated to pollute earth for some more time. So we had to choose options available to us. With pizza and burgers we witnessed the quick sunset
from a restaurant which gave an amazing view of the beach. Next day was birth
day for the leading photographer of our group. Experts would have suggested
giving a surprise cake at mid night. But Co-pilot had other
ideas, to let birthday girl to choose her own Birthday cake. We headed to the
motel we stay. We played poker until 12. We arranged the cake table. Birthday
girl started cutting the cake, first half portion was smooth and knife (it was
not a knife but spoon had to played the role of knife) stopped. Later we realized
that top portion was ice cream and base was Oreo. One or other way birthday
celebration was different. Then we continued an hour of poker and went sleep to
catch up next day spots.
Day 2 Comming Soon...
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