Bruce Trail: Mom’s Reflections

My reflections to date.

While somewhat familiar with what to expect on a long hike, having walked the Camino, solo, from Pamplona to Santiago, in September 2010, there have been many differences in the two experiences, not the least of which has been the gift of doing it with Elisha, of whom I am so very proud. I’m positively delighted that she wanted to share this experience with her mother.

When she first presented the concept in late 2020, I immediately jumped at the prospect. We’d been doing annual backcountry camping trips in recent years, and this seemed an extension of those, and an epic one, at that.

Imagine, if you can, how ecstatic we both were when she received word that she’d been successful in her attempt at funding from the Canada Council for the Arts to do this trip, to blog along the way and to produce a book of poetry, prose and photography about the experience. She set out immediately to get the trip planned as much in advance as possible and had the parking spots figured out in no time flat. At this point, I was living in the desert in AZ in my converted van, which would be our home and supply vehicle for the hike. She was not sure she’d love van life, especially the fact that our bathroom consisted of a pail system and that one of us would be sleeping on the floor. That turned out to be me, as I get up most nights for a pee and that is not an issue for her (yet). No need to pity me though, as I have a great air mattress that uses up the floor space nicely. Both beds are totally comfy and, for the most part, we have been sleeping well. She has adapted to the pail system, although it is actually rarely needed with coffee shops and gas stations being ubiquitous along the way.

The van has 400 watts of solar on the roof, and is well stocked with travel food: rice, canned goods, crackers, protein bars, dried breakfast offerings and such. We have a little fridge that allows us to have a small supply of yogurt, veggies, cheese and meats. On the trail, clementines, and the like, are great for some extra Vitamin C, along with electrolyte and power drinks. I prefer protein bars, while Elisha would rather bagels and cheese for lunches, though I’ve been know to enjoy a burrito bowl, too.

Our worldviews are quite different and, while she expected that being with me 24/7 for almost 7 weeks might bring up issues in that regard, that has not been the case, to date. Our hiking habits, however, are vastly different. She necessarily stops frequently for pics and videos, to check her Bruce Trail App (to confirm where we are, how far we’ve come, how many kilometres remain, and the upcoming terrain). There are stops for needed rests, long and short, of course, along with stops to tighten or loosen boots and myriad other things.

I, on the other hand, need to get moving and keep moving, getting into a meditative rhythm, which results in my body feeling like a well-oiled machine. During a long day, when I stop I tend to seize up to one degree or the other, depending on how many kilometres we’ve clocked, and how brutal the terrain has been. That in mind, stopping, for the most part, only for designated rest breaks, where we remove our boots and elevate our feet, works far better for me.

Elisha tends to be very vocal about how she is feeling, what she is thinking, what is hurting, etc. While she is just thinking and feeling out loud, the mother in me empathized, and wanted to help. I found myself setting my needs aside during those early days, and that worked well enough, for a time. As the days went by, and I got more and more achy and sore myself, I found that it was taking its toll on the energy that I had available. As she chatted away behind me, this became problematic, since my pace is quicker and my hearing is not what it once was, resulting in me having to stop, wait and listen hard, making these stops frequent, interrupting my mediation and rhythm and giving my body time to seize.

As well, I felt responsible to answer her comments along the path, and that became difficult when I barely had the energy to continue to put one foot in front of the other, never mind to process what I was hearing.

With that, on our 12th day, I hit a wall and had a psychological awakening. When I realized that my available energy was draining with my concern for Elisha and her very different needs and hiking habits, which were perfectly legitimate, but that simply didn’t work for me, I took off way out front, practically running to put space between us. In that space, over that day and the next, I worked through what I needed to, not only to complete, but to enjoy this epic adventure. As well, I realized that Elisha was not looking for me to mother her (not that she complained about those early massages), and that we could negotiate to get both our needs met.

Elisha is an amazing human, who is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. I knew that, of course, but it is all too easy to slip back into that mothering role. We talked it through and came up with a plan that has worked for us both. Fewer stops, less talk, me mostly out front, but not so far that we couldn’t check in on each other every once in a while. From that point, our time together became much more companionable. My giving myself up, as I have done so often with the men in my life, turned into an excellent learning/remembering for me. I need to take care of myself first, if I am to have any gas in the tank to help others.

On the Camino, it is said, that the pilgrimage, regardless of length, can be divided into thirds. The first, childhood/youth; the second, adulthood; and the third, the mature years. I wondered aloud to Elisha, whether the Bruce might be the same. Interesting, to me that I mothered in that first third, and then, as we entered our 3rd week, we became companions, with her looking out after me as much as I looked out after her, and that includes for my blisters… My musings have me wondering what the final third will look like.

As I think back over the days, what comes immediately to mind is how very grateful I am for so very much. We, of course, could not have managed to pull this off without the wonderful Trail Angels along the way, and all the people cheering us on, near and far, have been fantastic. I feel gratitude, too, for the beauty of each new day. Each so different, and yet so glorious. Whether we are scrambling (rock hopping); walking on pine needles, cedar chips, sand, solid soil, or loose rocks (they’re the worst for footing); plodding and trudging along, up hills and down; staggering or stumbling, or, on occasion, sprinting to the van at the end of the day, every step takes us further north and west, over the Escarpment, closer to completing this journey together. The magnificent vistas, the lush greenery of the valleys and the sparkling creeks and rivers, remind me that I am a mere speck on this amazing planet that we call home.

Funny little things put a smile on my face: how often we make use of the brightly coloured plastic ponchos that are handed out at various attractions in Niagara Falls, and that I’d saved for the purpose of keeping our butts and backs dry during breaks on the trail when we get our feet elevated against a rock or a tree; manifestations along the way, including peaches early on; numerous food gifts from an assortment of angels; the delight on the faces of strangers when they learn what we are up to as a mother-daughter team, and returning to the van to find that we have 100% power in the system, which translates to a hot meal at the end of a long day and coffee for Elisha the following morning.

Elisha is 32. We started in Queenston on August 15, which, not co-incidentally, was my 68th birthday. In 32 years, I’ll be 100. I can’t help but wonder what we’ll be getting up to then. For now, one foot in front of the other for a few weeks yet.

4 thoughts on “Bruce Trail: Mom’s Reflections

  1. Your Mom’s description of the stages of the Camino aligning with three stages of maturity hearkens me to years ago when I made a brief inquiry into Shamanism. A description of when we reach adulthood and maturity stuck with me. I was struck by how late in life many Indigenous cultures consider one to have reached adulthood and maturity. As I fall between your ages I reflect on only really now beginning to come into adulthood. This also makes me think of the spiritual stages of development along one’s journey also.

    May there be many revelations and wonders awaiting the two of you as you complete this third leg of your journey together.

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  2. What a fantastic journey the two of you are on!

    The planning stages needed the time of preparation of materials, timing and most of all, the time to prepare physically and mentaly1

    The stages you mentioned of your travel on the Camino De Santiago are a journey of the stages of one’s life. Gradually advancing in physical endurance, Mental endurance and the Spiritual steps of life. Realizing how many opportunities passed by in the routine day to day passing of time.

    Going deep within oneself can be a journey of a ten thousand heartbeats, who we were when we began, and who we are at the last footstep.

    It is a deep, deep interior calling, longing to see what is drawing us to find the deeper meaning of “WHO AM I AND WHAT IS MY JOURNEY!”

    What is the next journey, mountain to climb or river to cross?

    Thank you, my friend, for your thought on the journey.

    Peace be with you.
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    JB

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  3. Hey there , Mom!

    I could hear your voice as I read your “Reflections.” The smile on my face is starting to hurt (like your feet, I suppose).

    I know that a journey like the Bruce, or the Camino is an intensely personal thing for you and I am so happy that you and Elisha have found an effective way of enjoying each others’ companionship and Mom/Daughter interaction and you both can still find your space for “Reflecting.” You have somehow found that wonderful place, that sublime balance in your collective journey that is making this one of the diamonds you will keep turning over and over in your thoughts as you reach that day (as I have) when this adventure becomes an impossible dream, and threatens to become just a nice memory.

    It is so much more than that!

    Knowing you, these few weeks will carry you much farther. The Bruce is just a trail. What you are finding is so much more!

    Fair winds my friend. Say hi to Elisha for me. I cannot wait to hear your stories.

    Keep. Warm and dry. See you soon.

    Bob

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  4. I love your comments and musings about your trip. I am enjoying the E2E as well with my childhood friend, Anne, who I met when I was 4 years old. We are both 65 now and started this goal just before we turned 62. Our trail walks often occur between moments of time spent with grandchildren and volunteer work. We like this coming together to share this journey every once in awhile. It resembles our lives over the years.

    This is the beauty of The Bruce … it is here in our backyard, it has magic properties to calm the soul and bring us back to the wonder of childhood!

    The poster map of the trail that we each have on our wall, showcases coloured pins at the end of each of our hikes. We can see visually our progress and it brings a smile and a deep joy to remember!

    Continue on safely and with joy!

    Wendy

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