Bowser Trail

5 minutes from my back porch is Bowser Trail.

The entrance...


A funky tree stump...


The wood staircase...


The concrete staircase...


Merry Christmas to whoever did this!


Bylaw #5981...


Meet my father...


Along the trail is a creek.

During the summer, skunk cabbage grows here. Yes, it stinks, but it is not as hideous-looking as Eastern skunk cabbage!

Plant foliage...


A spider web on an ivy vine...


I used to be so scared of getting
anywhere near this tree!


To this day, I'm still scared of this hill!

This trail holds many good memories for me. As a child, I used to play in the park mid-way along the trail. Instead of going through the neighbourhood, I used to take the trail to go to the grocery store, and I have even used the trail (a.k.a. the stairs) from time to time in attempts to shed some weight. But my favourite memory of all time is walking with my father in the wee hours of the morning just after a fresh snowfall. Aside from the slight crunching of our feet on the light powder, it was dead quiet. The snow glistened in the moonlight as we strolled along. To this day, nothing has ever come close to match the essence from that walk. A pristine winterland. Easily one of the most magical experiences of my life. Glad to have shared it with you, pops!