But, of course, maintaining punctuality is not my forte. Despite having announced a departure time of 7:30 AM, I ultimately departed twenty minutes late, then required at least ten minutes more to detour for gas. My weekend morning sluggishness and overall tardiness averaged a total delay of thirty minutes, though my hiking partner of the day was, shockingly, more than forgiving.
Continuing northbound, we'd pull into Glen Haffy Conservation Area around 9:30 AM. A staff member greeted us at the toll gate. I presented the package I had obtained from the library in its entirety, then inquired whether additional proof was necessary for admission. She shook her head with a smile, silently confirming that the pass satisfied admission requirements, and simply asked if we'd be fishing today. I answered in the negative. "Well then you guys have a lovely day!" she responded, and waved us off.
We eventually settled to park near the fishing pond, as it provided somewhat of a connection to the main trail. Spaces were identified with the presence of concrete wheel stops and provided on freshly mowed turf as opposed to gravel or asphalt. Instead, the latter materials were used to distinguish drive-able paths and interior (local) access routes.
Nestled in areas with an abundance of tree cover, the Purple, Blue, and Green trails were positively breathtaking with the sun just peeking through the multitude of colourful leaves. Between Posts No. 12 and No. 3, we found a delicate creek, from which natural illumination incited a hypnotizing radiance.
"It sounded like it had a force." she confessed.
Perched just outside the 1 metre radius of the area in question, I hovered in place, oddly overcome with secondhand anxiety. After a brief moment's exchange, we continued onwards, with me fervidly reminding myself that aggressive animals likely wouldn't appear so close to the road.
Out of desperation, I succeeded in utilizing the port-a-potty. It was remarkable milestone indeed. I'd later slather my hands in sanitizer and experience aggravated patches of redness as a consequence. Either way, the situation was preferable to no bathroom at all.
I was unable to track the entirety of the hike due to an unstable connection. Snippets of the hike would be captured using my watch and phone.
I took to a gratifying Turkey Bacon Club, while my coworker a Peppermint Tea and Croissant with Butter and Cheese. The latter was, undoubtedly, a secret menu item aware only to past employees. Also secured were two Old Fashion Plain donuts that would serve as our snack later on in the day.
- A roundabout off Finnery Side Road
- A gravel lot off Duffy Lane
- A gravel lot off Hwy 50
Uncovered and seemingly temporary was the first option. The roundabout was also further from the rest of the trail network, prompting us to continue onto Duffy's Lane to reach the centremost point.
- Double Track Trail: 24 → 25 → 17
- Oak Ridges Moraine Side Trail: 17 → 16 → 15 → 14 → 13 → 10
- Oak Ridges Moraine Trail: 10 → 9 → 8 → 7 → 6
- Double Track Trail: 6 → 26 → 25 → 24
An impressive number of side trails would emerge at nearly every node. These forks had not been marked on the trail map, though were likely to connect back to the main trails after some meandering. We decided against pursuing curiosity this time around, for the aim was to depart at or shortly after 3 PM.
We steered clear of the prominent curves of the Single Track trail, with the reason being not steepness nor difficulty level, but its staggering length of 13.4 km. Even at my speediest, the stretch would require a minimum of one hour to complete.
Another port-a-potty was spotted near the trail map, though I reckoned we'd survive until returning to civilization.