“You know those ducks in that lagoon right near Central Park South? That little lake? By any chance, do you happen to know where they go, the ducks, when it gets all frozen over? Do you happen to know, by any chance?”
Holden Caulfield in “The Catcher in the Rye.”
We’ve been hanging out at Burnaby Lake a lot these days – my young lad has aspirations to be on the Canadian Olympic team for the sprint canoe (he’s 12, but by-gosh, he’s got a goal…). He paddles with his canoe & kayak club there and so, while he’s paddling like mad on the lake, we get to enjoy the scenery in this beautiful park (that is, when we’re not rushing to Costco for groceries, or flying to KMS Tools to pick up yet another tool for the shop, or driving to Ikea, well, just because it’s a trip to Ikea).
Burnaby Lake is a pretty amazing and beautiful lake. It was formed by glaciers a gazillion years ago and is now a refreshingly blue spot on a grey/ green map in the middle of the busy city.
We walked the whole 10-km loop around it once, and nearly died doing it (I think the girl in the red jogging shorts who ran by us, not once, but twice, thought we should have called someone in for back up).
(Did I mention the three other members of our little family are NOT athletic in the least and so we had blisters on top of our blisters, and we had also run out of water half way?)
(And yes, we’re THOSE unprepared people!)
What??? We thought they’d have golf carts ripping around the trails and that we could just flag one down. There aren’t.
And we had blisters to show for it.
And ashamed. It’s so un-Canadian of us. Continue reading