perfectly indescribable

Well let me share with you an inspirational tale. I went away for 2 nights 3 days to Bon Echo provincial park all by my lonesome. (In fact I just got back a couple hours ago.) It was much needed trip and much appreciated. I was just so grateful for the entire experience. As soon as I left my house, with my car full of gear, I felt freedom. Even the ride up there was spiritual and meaningful. I had lots of "signs" that guided me on my way.

The park took longer to get to than expected. About a 2 hour tour, which was not necessarily a bad thing. I was so aware and interested with my surroundings and the smalls towns that I would drive through. I think that must be an "age" thing. It is the first time ever that I cared about small towns called "Madock" & "Havlock".

I finally reached my destination and told the park ranger my plan of being secluded and that I was by myself. She put me into the MOST perfect site. It was a premier site. It was a site where I had to walk and carry everything in, leaving my car in a lot. What a piece of Mother Earth. The site and the view, perfect. It overlooked a portion of the Mazinaw Lake and in the background was the renowned Mazinaw Rock. This gigantic and monstrously beautiful bolder took up my entire view other than the lake and the stars at night. Yet, it was so profound and exhilarating that I did not mind the interuption at all!

This was a huge campground with tonnes of activities, but I was here for me. My agenda was to follow my nose, exercise, explore, investigate (inward and outward), meditate and eat. I had purchased a nice assortment of goods, including steaks, steaks and more steaks, to feast on throughout my stay.

The first night fell fast and it was colder then expected but I had loads of clothing and a good sleeping bag. The second day was started late but I was attacked by a platoon of raccoons the night before. I conquered a few hiking trails during my run, went for a swim right at the bottom of MY campsite and while sipping on my coffee and being warmed by my fired I was motivated to do some art. But I needed something else, something more...

So I went exploring and found just what I was looking for. I initially went looking for another hiking trail deeper in the park but I found something else. I took a long drive within the large park by using a back road. This wild road went from being a 2 lane paved road to a narrow off-road trail. I came to a point where I was no longer able to drive; I had to take the old Heel Toe Express in. I had been following this road sign from kilometres back that was suppose to take me to Joe Perry Lake. Well after a 20 minute uncertain, stumbling stroll I found my awakening. It indeed, was Joe Perry Lake. But that was it, just me and Joe Perry. It was the most beautiful place. PERFECTLY INDESCRIBABLE. Not a cottage on site, not a camper to be heard, not a ripple in the water, not a soul to be felt. It was all me. Just for me. I could see for miles from the shore I stood at. Now don't get me wrong, this looks like a place that could be busier during the warmer summer months. But not yesterday. In fact this place was so secluded that the canoes I did find, were not even locked up. I ended up saying what I had to say to Joe Perry, finding the perfect walking stick and making my way back to another steak dinner.

This morning was spent making some steak and eggs and tearing down.

Mission accomplished.


Meguitch