August 30, 2017 - Sandbanks Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada
Kaila’s weekend usually happens in the middle of the week - so I took the day off of edits and wedding culls to spend the day in the Sandbanks. I can’t recall if I’ve ever been; I know Kaila has, but I don’t remember if I went as a child.
We definitely weren’t the only people with the weekday-adventure idea, but we found many quiet areas to lay down the towel and enjoy the last of the summer weather.
Before we left to walk across the peninsula (in order to get to the sunset-facing beach), we somehow ended up with ice-cream drumsticks. We weren’t necessarily upset by this.
Given the insane amount of rain we had over the summer, it was quite surprising that most of the dunes were still relatively intact - and quite active with a crowd at any given time.
The hike across the peninsula is literally 15 minutes, but most of the trail was rearranged and disheveled. We only had a few hundred metres with an actual trail before it became a vague plateau of implied direction.
It’s a lot of fun taking a moment to look at all of the little trails from wildlife in the area. Bugs and alike, seeing these little tracks are always fascinating.
This was the aftermath of a summer full of rain - we followed Google Maps when it came to the Dunes Trail, but unfortunately this is what we had to deal with.
When we realized were ‘in too deep’ and had to just keep trekking through, we took our already-destroyed shoes off and walked barefoot through the marsh - literally my worst fear. The feeling of slime and marshy disgustingness in my toes makes my entire stomach turn.
We made it out alive, don’t worry.
Kaila was upset with me.
I thought we were following the right trail, but it turns out walking through a soaking wet marsh had destroyed her Birkenstocks. This was not the first time this happened. Her last pair of Birkenstocks were destroyed when she was following me hop-scotching across rocks in a swift stream through a national park in Georgia.
There weren’t too many words exchanged while she dipped her mud-marinated Birks in Lake Ontario in hopes of redeeming even just a small portion of their leathery prowess.
Kaila couldn’t stay mad. I mocked her pouty face and told her that they were just a pair of Birkenstocks - I may have used my muddy adidas as an example of “they’re just shoes”.
We were finally at the sunset-facing beach, so at least the trek through the marsh was worth it. Now we were able to relax and enjoy the payoff of the unorthodox adventure.
The beach was relatively quiet - most likely due to the swampy access on the trail. It was really peaceful. We put down a towel and enjoyed the last few fleeting moments of the sunset.
We try to travel as much as we can. We both have a huge passion for exploring, and little day trips like this just ignite the desire to keep driving. We have some time off at the end of October, and we’re making plans for another big adventure.
The sun was setting and the whispers of the waves over the lake made for a relaxing evening on the beach. We knew we’d be walking back in the dark, but we didn’t mind. This was the whole point of our trip.
We’ve made it a habit to collect a rock from every adventure. It’s a ritual that my family has had for many years, and why not carry the torch.
It was time to make our way back to the car. The sun had set and it was quickly becoming dark, so we started through the swamp to what remained of the Dunes trail.
Another day, another adventure. Now we start planning for the next one - we have some time off at the end of October, and we’re planning to explore some more!