The Forks of the Credit

Although it may sound that way, “the forks of the credit” is not an expression akin to “the horns of a monetary dilemma”. It is the name of an Ontario Provincial Park, “Credit” being the name of the river that divides — forks — in this area. Today, E.g. and I took the pupsters for a ninety-minute loop hike. In the summer, the walk could probably be done in half the time, but some of the trail today wasn’t broken, and the snow was up to the Cardis’ shoulders. They didn’t seem to complain, though.

The Bruce Trail and the Trans Canada Trail both run through this park. Here’s a signpost that E.g. photographed, showing what’s allowed on this stretch of the Trans Canada and on the park-constructed Meadow Trail. Just now, I’d take the permission to bicycle with a grain of salt.

We followed a park trail along the south side of the kettle lakes (small, deep bodies of water) to where the Bruce trail meets it at right angles along the edge of a steep bank. I was standing on the Bruce Trail looking across the valley when I took this picture. I like how it shows where moist blowing snow adhered to the sides of these trees.

This White Pine interested me. I always think of a White Pine’s wheeling branches as starting from higher up the trunk; maybe as it grows older, its lower branches drop off?

This baby’s hardly a sapling, though — I could get only two-thirds of it into the photo!

Switching from the rather big to the pretty little, here’s today’s final picture: a cute nest about waist-high from the ground, right beside one of the lakes. E.g. took this picture. The glove is just for scale; it’s resting on a branch, handless.

10 Responses to The Forks of the Credit

  1. Shelley says:

    I thought those seasons were almost winter, winter, still winter and construction 🙂

    Up here we’re heading for the two foot mark in snow and the drifts on the sides of the road near Badjeros are heading for the roofline of the Escape.

    The animals adapt easily, and as for this human, I find the lack of daylight harder to adapt to than the lack of warmth.

  2. lavenderbay says:

    And then there’s the irony of those beautiful, sunny, blue-skyed winter days (like today) being the ones with the lowest temperatures. Sure, go out and get some sunshine — now, which square inch of your skin will you want to expose?
    E.g. always remembers the season of Construction too, Shelley.

  3. goodbear says:

    you sure know how to use a weekend!
    great pictures and it looks like a great time. did you encounter others on the trail?

  4. lavenderbay says:

    There were three other cars in the lot when we arrived, Goodbear, and when we went to inspect a ruined stone foundation, we met another couple who told us where the trail would be tamped down again: at a marker at the top of the hill. “Just get to the stick”, we chanted for the final hundred yards.

  5. Gina says:

    Beautiful snow!! I love pine trees and my mother had one in her backyard for years until an ice storm got it. It must not have been as sturdy as those. 🙂
    What a tiny nest!! Wonder what kind of bird inhabits it???

  6. lavenderbay says:

    I wish I knew whose nest it was too, Gina! Btw, where was your mother living when an ice storm struck her backyard?

  7. jamesviscosi says:

    I think you would need several tons of salt to make good on the “bikes allowed” sign!

  8. lavenderbay says:

    Instead of just a grain, James? You’ve got a point there.

  9. We used to hike around that area a lot, miss it, and, looking at your photos, even miss the snow!

  10. lavenderbay says:

    Hi Huckleberry, and welcome to my comments section!
    I spent three winter months (Jan thru Mar) in Sechelt one year. I didn’t miss the snow then, but maybe I hadn’t stayed long enough. (Sure, sure… )

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