Fall Camping in Bruce Peninsula National Park, Canada
After arriving in Bruce Peninsula National Park we began to scope out our temporary abode on the shore of Cyprus Lake. At the edge of our site was a rocky landing that created a walkway into the lake, just barely breaking free of the surface. This spot would be my serenity the whole trip. Even though it was October the sun still shone warmly. I stayed on that rock for hours practising yoga and reading the Hobbit. Surrounded by the sound of gentle waves crashing against my oasis and the best view ever, the neverending expanse of trees. They were like the embrace of a protective mother, there was no stress here… no worries to be had.
Bruce peninsula national park is a national park like no other. I truly felt like I had arrived in another country. As we hiked away from Cyprus Lake it only took about 30 minutes before we reached the many amazing attractions of the park. First, we arrived at Indian Head Cove. The rocky beach was made up of stones like porcelain which had perfectly smooth contours, a sign of their long lives on this beach. How long had this beach had Georgian Bay waves crash upon it, sculpting it into what is was before my eyes? I again had never seen a beach quite like it. The waters were crystal clear against the pale rocks, only the slightest blue hue could be noticed. Hiding it from the view of passing boats, the cove was nestled with high rocky cliffs on both sides. It couldn’t be helped myself once I saw them and the idea sprung into my mind. I would climb them, and I did. It probably looked dangerous but it was an easy climb that was more than worth it for the view.
The Grotto, Tobermory
After climbing down from the edge we headed for the Grotto. This is where I was truly struck. Like an amazing discovery made for the first time, you rounded the trail to find a large opening was inside the cliff wall, so tall and demanding of attention. I had never seen anything like it before. Its base was made up of intimidating boulders that punctured the surface of the bay coming together as you moved into the Grotto, giving you a place to set your feet. It wasn’t easy but we managed to climb down to its opening. We walked along the shelf-like base on the right side of the cave. Beside this shelf was a pool which was illuminated from the bottom. An underwater passage! Incredible! I so wished we could dive in but it wasn’t that warm of an October. There were visitors that were trained and equipped for scuba diving, I was immediately jealous as I watched them descend into the depths. Instead, I took a rest atop the farthest boulder I could reach outside of the Grotto. I felt like such a small spec in the grandeur of the landscape. That’s all I wanted to be, this insignificant little visitor among the many in the park’s history, even before it was a park. I sat inhaling its gift of pure air as I was calmed by the music of its cold waves splashing around me.