Effort Spared
Stuck in a strange cold snap lately, month of May closing down with the lowest weather in weeks. That don’t bother me none, because I know that blackflies and mosquitoes can’t handle the chill like me. Twilight is gently bluing the colours this evening. Deep green canopy overhead, finally fully open, and last year’s leaves settled in the palest orange below. I’m not so far from home tonight. Sitting in what’s left of the one-time Bridgetown Road, predating modern Hampton Mountain as the steep way to the shore in these parts. This short hundred-metre section climbs straight up from Inglewood Road, with the rest running east of what’s now Valley View Park. If the drive seems steep enough surely even now, it was infinitely more precarious in the old days. Those were times with little effort spared for switchbacks. Cutting a mountain path was hard enough without giving yourself extra distance to cover. You just had to live with hurtling down desperate, trusting your horses and brakes on the descent. Hold fast.
May 29, 2026
Beaconsfield, Nova Scotia
Year 19, Day 6774 of my daily journal.
