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ast winter, as Covid restrictions severely limited some traditional pursuits such as skiing, eating out and shopping, skating figured more than ever into the lives of many Canadians, me included. I hadn’t been on skates since I played hockey for this column in 2013. Back then I discovered I sucked at this most Canadian skill! Leaning heavily on my hockey stick, I shuffled down the ice as my teammates whizzed by with breathtaking speed and agility. It was a humbling experience, one I hadn’t expected to repeat. But Covid led a lot of us to do a lot of surprising things, such as thinking of a dentist’s appointment as an outing, giving Brussels sprouts a try, and going skating – again. This time, I purchased a pair of recreational skates and invited four friends to join me for the hour of ice time I had booked at Terra Cotta Conservation Area. Humming the lyrics to the Joni Mitchell tune “River” – “Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on” – I pulled into the parking lot on a cold and blustery, but sunny, February morning. My friends turned up and we made our way to one of three rectangular rinks
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Nicola Ross, Judy Wilson, Jen Palacios and Margaret Shier take a spin on the ice trail at Terra Cotta Conservation Area.
that had been cleared of snow on Wolf Lake. We laced up our skates and, with varying degrees of grace, inched our way onto the ice. I was less pathetic than in 2013, mostly because my new skates had picks to push off on, and more important, I had nipped out for a trial run a few days earlier. The village of Inglewood had created a skating trail, and I couldn’t resist giving it a try. It was a great place to practise, but hardy comparable to the Domaine de la forêt perdue, near Shawinigan. One of a growing number of skating trails, this “lost forest’s” 15-kilometre trail wends its way through trees and across meadows. Skating round and round on Wolf Lake reminded me of youthful Saturday afternoons spent with friends in Erin’s old arena on Main Street. Back then I could skate backwards and stop properly. Now I resorted to a snowplow to slow myself down. After a few unsteady revolutions, however, I began to get the swing of things. Skate technology has come a long way, and my new Canadian Tire recreational skates were warm, comfortable and had a ton of ankle support. Soon we graduated from the rink-like rectangle to a surrounding trail. It was wide enough to skate two abreast and just long enough that we could get up some momentum before having to negotiate a curve. We looked longingly at the three-quarters of Wolf Lake that had not been cleared of snow, hoping Credit Valley Conservation might extend the trail in the future. Among us, Margaret Shier from Inglewood was the most experienced skater. She had completed the Domaine de la forêt perdue route. “It was fabulous,” she said. Then, with her adult kids, she attempted the 34-kilometre Lake Windermere Whiteway in British Columbia, billed as the longest skating trail in the world. Recalling her experience, Margaret said, “Unfortunately, when we got
