




Over the weekend I went hiking with my God sons and their Dad. Colin planned a 2 day 20 kilometre round trip to an old crashed fighter plane. After a two hour drive and paddle across the narrows of a lake we began a steep slog uphill. After scrambling for several hours we reached a ridge top with splendid views of the surrounding lakes. During our late lunch the map showed we'd advanced a total of 1500 metres towards our 10 K goal. Things sped up a bit when we followed an old horse trail heading off in about the right direction. After a good spell of walking the trail ended up at lake with a pleasant camp site. We were now tired, the boys wanted to read their books and we'd made just short of 4 kilometres. Colin was outvoted and we camped.
Next morning, after a good solid porridge feed, we struck out along the horse trail, wound our way back to the canoe and made it home in time for a shower and glass of wine before dinner.
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