Bondi Resort Blog

Come on into our Blog for a look at the wonderful world we've got to share! With over 240 hectares (600 acres) of wilderness woodlands surrounding the resort, just ten minutes from Algonquin Park, we feature over 400 metres (1200’) of waterfront and beach; boat rentals; summer hiking trails winding through fields and woods; 20 km. of groomed cross country ski trails and snowshoeing in winter; access to nearby snowmobile trails for sledders, and a toboggan hill for the young at heart.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Walking Down to Damalot

Diane was in charge of organizing the local Probus hike, and she asked if they could come here. Of course -- our trails are open to ski, snowshoe, and hike. We do ask for a small fee that goes to trail maintenance (and Brian underlined that point by driving past us today on the tractor doing some work on the trails -- just to underscore that it requires a lot of work to keep hiking/skiing trails in great shape)
Last year we hiked with Diane's group to the Lookout. This year, we all walked down to Beaver Town -- or as we call it, Damalot.  Taffy was on her first big hike with a group, and on the whole the puppy did well -- except for sideswiping Annette at one point, off into the tea bushes. Oops...  She then got right into the action, wading out into the second of the three big beaver ponds at Damalot, looking of course for the Beaver himself.  Other than the ripples Taffy produced, the ponds were mirror still.

Along the way we found lots of serviceberry bushes adding touches of blue; winterberry painting the bushes red; wintergreen berries and bunchberries carpeting the forest floor along with the most beautiful ferns and mosses.

We also found wolf scat that was so fresh we were suprised the wolf wasn't still hovering over it.  Some extremely fresh beaver scat also presented itself for inspection. It's amazing how interesting animal droppings can be, actually...

We found lots of signs of Beavers at work. Jim from the Oxtongue Craft Cabin  told us he can watch them at work damming up his culvert most evenings. That's our beavers... working hard to keep the 'damn' in Damage...    Taffy did her best to illustrate the point that a dog who has fallen into the river, into the beaver pond and into what one hiker described as an "inkwell" of dark water (all in the name of finding out who lives there) is a happy dog.

We came home along the Hidden Lake Trail, which winds through various eco-systems and skirts a gravel pit -- where there were plenty of wolf tracks on view.  From there we ventured into the Black Spruce Bog that is Hidden Lake.  That trail is always a wet one, you must step carefully, but the reward is the vegetation that thrives in those conditions. 

The pitcher plants are phenomenal.   The tubes collect water, which lures in insects, who in turn find they cannot climb back out because of the tiny hairs along the lip of the plant that all point down and prevent exit.  Drowning from exhaustion in the water, the insects become food for the plant, and create a lovely tasty protein soup that lures in other insects...
Coming back into our Pioneer Fields, we took a look at all that is left of Hyram Wilder's original  log cabin, checked out the apple tree where the bear is building a bear nest as he pulls in branches to eat the apples, and returned to the resort along the Frisbee Golf Course.

Taffy rather hopes that this group will want to come hiking EVERY DAY...  

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