At the end of our backyard (like literally) forest venturing, Ragtag (Christopher) and I (Bobtail) sat at the edge of a cliff and gloried at the golf course below and the highway ahead. We only took in at that point just how fortunate we were to be living in the contrasting "burbs" of Toronto. Throughout high school we yearned to be one with downtown Toronto but eventually the concrete grid became business suits, mallrats, pigeons, and overpriced vintage clothing that would only break our hearts. The following photos sum up a breathtaking (both based on beauty and fitness) day of the surreal secrets that offer Torontonians a break and a thrill from the city motion.
Hi Chris! (Tip: use your sunglasses as colour filters for your camera.)
Always travel with a buddy like Ragtag.
DON'T FRET! The view was lovely.
Hike risk! (Like hi Chris...get it?)
Bobtail as a cold granny.
It felt like birth.
Nature will let you use its roots as steps and their branches as rails to help you through those tough climbs.
Do you see it now?
And the day ended in bushes with blankets.
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