The Tenacity of NaturePosted: November 21, 2012
I love to wander through the Gatineau hills, and in my opinion, this is the very best time of year to do so. A perfectly gorgeous day (sun shining, cool enough to be brisk and warm enough that I didn’t risk frostbite when taking photos), a scant handful of people met along the trail, utter quiet (apart from Charlie rooting through the leaves), and an unimpeded view of the sheer tenacity of nature.
The Gatineau hills are the remains of what used to be mountains as craggy and soaring as the present-day Himalayas, now worn down by time and the elements to mere nubs of their former glory. While providing the highest elevation in the area, the hills really aren’t that spectacular from a distance. Get into them, however, and you cannot help but feel their solidity, their timelessness, their sheer dogged persistence in the face of millions of years of erosion. It’s a tenacity that finds an echo in the trees growing now from the solid granite and quartzite, the layers of moss and lichens that cling, the stream that etches its way down a hillside.
Stand quietly in surroundings such as these and you begin to feel the heartbeat of Earth herself. And to realize how very fleeting you are.