On November 8th, we had our first hike conquering Mount Seymour. It was cold, sunny and our young lungs felt ripe and alive in the pining air of the forest.
We did the old buck trail, starting at the trail-head where we ran into a few mountain bikers.
As the trail got narrower, bikes were prohibited and we walked up the mountain sweating and enjoying identifying trees. Eventually we paused for lunch on a point over-looking the forest with sunlight beams cascading through the branches.
Then we stumbled upon the deep cove lookout point and after another hour or so we reached Scott Goldie lake! Scott Goldie lake was a golden, reflective and isolated image.
It was a majestic trip and some of the outdoorsmen called it, “a truly eye-opening experience.”