Three Gonzos (Viking, Malcolm Goat and I'm Selling Halifax) went under the
name team Grayhound (to protect the innocent) in the Masters Advanced
level orienteering day at Dollar Lake on Saturday! Malcolm and I teamed
up against Gordon and a new found orienteerer Mike from Truro (first
timer) and set off into the woods and roads at Dollar Lake Provincial Park
at about noon on a hot Saturday afternoon.
There were 13 checkpoints to
find through hiking, running, bushwacking and just sheer luck! Each of
these checkpoints has a number and it's important to verify that you have
the exact checkpoint for your category. Malcolm and I found what we
thought was checkpoint #4 which was supposed to have #178 on it. But alas,
it had #176. Not to be fooled or tricked, we moved on about a mile or so
down the dirt road only to find checkpoint #5 and our friends Gordon &
Mike telling us that "gee, it must have been a mistake - you SHOULD have
punched your control card!!!!"
Yikes! I was nominated to run "up hill"
the mile of dirt road back to checkpoint #4, punch our control card and
run back to checkpoint #5 where my team mate (Malcolm) was SUPPOSED to be
waiting! Aha - I thought we were to turn on to this back road after #5
and I ran about another mile on this old logging road only to find it end
- with no Malcolm in sight! Back out to the main road I once again ran
only to find my buddy old pal way down the main road looking rather
exasperated as to why it took me so long to run back to Checkpoint #4 and
back - and why did I look so tired and sweaty? Can you say - lack of
Oh well, it only meant that Gordon was now about 30
minutes ahead. Did we then move or did we move? Down valleys, into old
dried up river beds, through the woods (you should see our beat up legs)
we went only to find out that dear old Viking had beat us by about 40
minutes after all! Although, Malcolm & I have a sneaking feeling our
comrade didn't get to all the check points. Then again, we all know
Viking - he wouldn't do that - would he? Ahem.............
Well, you might think that was enough - 3 and a half hours in the woods
for a bunch of gonzos - no way! We hopped into the Subaru-mobile and
raced to Warnica Marina and changed vehicles (in case we were being
followed) with three handsome kayaks attached thereto on the roof of
Gordon's car with two Warnica puppies (cause Gordon promised Nancy he
would go away overnight and leave Chelsea or Printer. He didn't say
anything about going away and taking them with him!)
Off we went for an
hour and a half drive to beautiful LaHave (outside Bilgewater - I mean
Bridgewater) dropped in on Gary Warnica for a hello and then headed to
Crescent Beach where we loaded our water crafts with all our gear (tents,
sleeping bags, food etc., etc.) By the way, we did stop in at Sobey's in
Bridgewater where we bought rations for supper (chicken beasts with stir
fried veggies sauteed in garlic butter) and Malcolm of course picked up
several essentials like licorice allsorts and rolls but failed to take
them out of Gordon's car at the beach!
We proceeded to launch our kayaks at the beach - Gordon with puppy #1 and
Malcolm with puppy #2 (they didn't dare give me a puppy as this was my
first real ocean adventure). I had a blast! Once we rounded a corner and
into a cove it was breathtaking! Something out of a deGarthe painting! We
paddled for about 50 minutes and landed on the grassy side of what turned
out to be a mile long white sand beach only accessable from the water!
It was now about 8:00 so we quickly set up tents and prepared
our gourmet meals. We had a bon fire and yacked until the late late hour
of 10 and after a very hectic day we all turned in to sleepy gonzos under
a beautiful clear sky with more stars than on Star Trek.
The next morning up at 7 and a walk on the beach (mostly for the puppys!)
was followed by a delicious breakfast of scrambled eggs and coffee (who
says you have to rough it?). We packed up and left shore around 10. On
the paddle back, in water that was like a sheet of glass we noticed a
large brown fox checking us out on the shore! I don't think he's ever
seen such attractive gonzos and dogs....I don't think he could figure
which was which....
As soon as we turned out of the cove and into the open
ocean the sheet of glass shattered and it twas slightly exhilerating
navigating through the waves. I now know what they mean by 'loose hips'.
It was a wonderful time and a trip I'd recommend to all sea going gonzos
to try soon.
One of the best weekends I've had in ages. Thanks to my two great friends
for making it so. (I of course mean the two dogs, Gordon and Malcom were
along just to transport them).