In an effort to shed the pounds Iâ€™ve acquired while eating all of the feta in Greece, Iâ€™ve revamped my life lately and have been kickinâ€™ ass at the gym and elsewhere. This also means less consumption of booze. Itâ€™s wonderful how many things you can fit into your day when youâ€™re not nursing a hangover on the futon.
I hit the Father Troyâ€™s Trail on Saturday with Maggie and Steve to complete the 8.6-kilometre route from Flatrock to Torbay. Being part of the East Coast Trail, itâ€™s not a loop and so we had to park a car each at separate ends. 18 kilometres would have been silly.
Maggie, anticipating berry bushes, brought along a plastic container to collect blueberries and the like. I had full intentions of helping her out, but nothing beats big, juicy Newfoundland blueberries, and so I ended up shoving half of them into my mouth instead. Who needs to wash them first? I survived childhood, after all.
Hint: Don’t eat too many. Nobody wants to crap themselves on the trail.
The trail is easy to moderate in all places, with only two steep climbs to make you winded. Snacks are advisable. With the two dogs, and the occasional pause for berry pickinâ€™, we finished the whole thing off in about four hours. We took our time, though. I swear Iâ€™m not completely out of shape.
There are some pretty dramatic drop-offs along the way, like the one shown above. I’d advise not letting your dog off-leash, perhaps. Not for those afraid of heights.