To
take something up a notch means, according to the English idiom,
to increase the effort or intensity exerted in a situation.
Today
we didn't do a simple walk along the beach, but a 'real' hike. A real
hike means, to me, a walk that requires going uphill.
Terry
and I climbed a small hill today. Notch Hill is accessed off Powder
Point Road in Nanoose Bay, Vancouver Island. My idea of walking for
exercise was taken up a notch as I walked the first part of the trail
which the map calls “steep”. I guess I'm not as fit as I think I
am. First my gluteus maximus muscles pulled, until I really got
going. Then I had to stop for breath several times, listening to my
pounding heart. Then I shed one of my layers, that heavy sweater I knew I shouldn't have worn.
Finally the ground
levelled off, sort of.
We
listened for birds, but didn't hear anything until we broke out of
the gloomy conifer forest to moss covered rocky outcrops and arbutus
trees. Terry's binoculars were trained on a high tree with a tiny
bird on it. Probably a Dark Eyed Junco. I looked behind me and saw
a man standing quietly on the path. I wish I had taken his picture;
he was just like a gnome, at home in the forest.
The
view was worth the climb.
Looking towards Nanaimo |
Red-barked Arbutus tree |
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