|Extremely cute black bear poaching blackberries in the Henvie Inlet area near Grundy Lake Provincial Park.|
Lordy, lordy it's a beautiful morning out there. First time I've seen sunshine in a week and it's pouring through the skies over the river, shedding glorious golden light through the branches of the trees in our front yard. Backlit by the sun, the newly rain-infused leaves glow and my shell pink cabbage roses are fragrant with dew. There's a tiny sparrow in the feeder, a blue jay in the pussywillow and a few weeks worth of stinky garbage at the curb.
Home again, home again, jiggitty-jig.
It was a quiet camping trip, that's for sure. With a week of crappy, cloudy, rainy weather and no kids to yell at, Dave and I fast-tracked into a routine of selfishness, eating what we wanted when we wanted, taking afternoon naps that lasted into the dinner hour and reading, reading, reading. Dave read the Hunger Games while I zipped through the entire trilogy. He clocked me when I wasn't paying attention and apparently I was reading three pages to his one. Yeah, I said, but you can change the brakes on a car in the time it takes me to pee. We're all good at some things... at least his talent puts bread on the table.
I thought I'd share a few pictures with you, give you a little taste of the extreme laziness that was our latest adventure. Don't you love the bear? We were out for a drive when we spotted him mooching blackberries in the ditch beside the road. He was shy but the berries were bountiful so he didn't take off when we stopped in front of him for a photo. It's been a bad year for berries because of the drought. With the bears having such a poor food supply we'll have to be extra careful around our house, taking the birdfeeders in at night and cleaning the barbecue – bears are nice to see when they're in the wild but not so nice when they're at your front door.
Just a few hundred feet from where we spotted this bear there was a townhouse with a fenced backyard. Not just a regular fence, this one was probably 10 feet high and made of chain link. There were a few kids playing on monkeybars inside the fence. I guess if I lived in bear country I'd want a fence for my kids, too. Yes, we have bears in this area but not to the degree they have them further north.
|The chipmunks were crazy tame - but only if you had peanuts to share.|
|Dave's new buddy.|
|My lap buddy, Misty.|
|Did you know a chipmunk could ride a bicycle?|
|View from where we launched our canoe on Pakeshkag Lake.|
|Weird, huge caterpillar at the French River Provincial Park visitor's centre. |
I did some Googling and the best guess I have is the Imperial Moth Caterpillar. A big fellah, about five inches long. Any ideas?
|The Highway 69 bridge crossing the French River.|
|The French River is absolutely stunning. So beautiful.|
Carved by the glaciers, it runs from Lake Nipissing into
Georgian Bay and it was the route the Voyageurs took
during the fur trade, Canada's formative years.
|Another view of the French River.|
|Snowmobile mileage sign at the French River – if you were on a sled here |
in the middle of winter, you'd have a long, cold trip to the next town!