Neither western riding adventures, nor ranch experiences need happen only in the west. All over the world there are ranches with adventure trail rides. Eastern Canada also has ranches which cater to trail riding with western equipment. There is one place, off the beaten trail, which serves to tantalize the adventurer in all of us. It is a place, which takes adventurers on trail rides throughout one of Canada’s Wild Life Reserves. It is a private tour and not advertized, but the real adventurer knows how to find the place and how to convince the guides that they deserve to be on one of the tours.
It is a guided tour which describes the history of the setting, the parks in the area, the inhabitants and how each family name came to be there. The rides follow the paths previously made by All Terrain Vehicles and covers approximately thirty miles. The tour covers a great variety of terrains from wood paths to wetlands, to sandy beaches, with breath-taking panoramic views in all directions. With stops for meals and swimming, hiking and birdwatching, the tour takes about two days. Radios with headphones can be used to hear the tour guide speak of the ecology and of the fragile, evolving eco-system surrounding the parks and the areas in general.
The night includes camping in a tent, rough showers and toilets, and barbequing supper over an open fire. They have a camp fire, surrounded by like-interested people, listening to ghost stories of shipwrecked victims, elves, pirates and ghouls of all types, all while roasting marshmallows. The crackle of the campfire and the spitting wood is reminiscent of the past. The smell of burning wood with salt sea air and the open night sky, with all it's infinite number of stars and constellations are there for the adventurer to speculate upon, before falling into a deep worn-out sleep.
The night includes camping in a tent, rough showers and toilets, and barbequing supper over an open fire. They have a camp fire, surrounded by like-interested people, listening to ghost stories of shipwrecked victims, elves, pirates and ghouls of all types, all while roasting marshmallows. The crackle of the campfire and the spitting wood is reminiscent of the past. The smell of burning wood with salt sea air and the open night sky, with all it's infinite number of stars and constellations are there for the adventurer to speculate upon, before falling into a deep worn-out sleep.