Bruce Peninsula National Park - Tobermory ON, Canada
Before starting my first year of college, my hometown friends organized a camping trip to Sauble Beach ON, Canada. On the second day of this weekend trip, we decided to drive up to Tobermory to visit the Bruce Peninsula National Park and see the Grotto. I had travelled to this area of the province when I was about 5 or 6 years old, but had no memory of it. I was very excited to experience what I had seen in our family photo albums. When we arrived at the main entrance to the park, the parking lot was so full that only half of us could get in. The other half of us, in my car, had to drive to another nearby entrance to park and walk to the Grotto to meet up with our friends. Looking at the map, my friend Aaron said "Guys, it's only about 6km from Little Cove Beach to the Grotto - should only take us about an hour or two!" He could not have been more wrong.
We were in high spirits when we began our hike, talking, laughing and taking lots of photos. We stopped for a swim and a snack after about 45 minutes, thinking we were halfway there. The water was cool but crystal clear and bright blue; I could see everything under the water, including my toes on the rocks below. We also stopped many times to explore the views from the cliffs just off the paths. I am quite afraid of heights, but pushed myself to sit on the edge of the cliffs. It was thrilling.Ā
After another hour of hiking, a depletion of food and water, a twisted ankle and a loss of cell service, we realized this hike was going to be longer than we originally though. We seemed to have taken a wrong turn that extended the distance by a few kilometres. We finally came across another hiker coming from the direction of the Grotto who told us that we were "about halfway there, only about 8 more kilometres for you!"
We were tired, hot, thirsty and hungry, and my poor friend was so clumsy that she kept twisting the same ankle on the rocks. After about another 4 kilometres we had cell service again, and called our friends to meet us on the path to the Grotto. We continued hiking with low spirits and even some tears from my injured friend. After what seemed like several hours, we saw one of our other friends walking in the distance towards us. We were so excited to think that our hike was almost over and I was relieved to have more helping hands for my friend. About another hour later, we had made it to the Grotto.
Unfortunately, we couldn't stay long as we had been there most of the day with almost no food, and I only got to take one more picture before my camera died.Ā
Back at camp, as I was wrapping my friend's ankle and having a few well-deserved drinks, we decided that this misadventure wouldn't be a bad memory. As overdramatic as it may sound, we found strength and peace on our journey through the hills, cliffs and rocky beaches. We decided that it would make a great story to share as often as we could.






