Wild Horses

There are so many things to see along the shoreline of the Bruce Peninsula - the spectacular Niagara Escarpment, eerie shipwrecks, playful waterfowl and, to our surprise, white snow! It’s the middle of May and a few shoreline caves along the escarpment still contain remnants of winter - a testament of the cold temperatures that still prevail on this part of Lake Huron. One morning, dressed in our down jackets and huddled around our VHF radio, the weather announcer said, "water temperature 3°C (37°F), air temperature 4°C (39°F)."
This week, Jon and I have been getting accustomed to the sounds of the night. At 3:30 a.m., Jon woke up after hearing some noise just outside of our tent. I could hear it too. To me, it sounded like horses hooves stomping the ground. "What do you think it is, Steph? Could it be a deer?," Jon questioned. Too tired from the previous day to make any sense of the situation, I responded, "It must be wild horses." To this day, any noises we hear outside of the tent, Jon teases - "Must be wild horses!"