On Monday Bill paddled West, young man!

 Am I forcing my luck? A second perfect day with a very light warm breeze from the South. I thought I would go for it and paddle toward Mariposa. It appears that parking spots are in short supply:

And I felt I was not alone with this thought:

Mariposa is nestled between moraines and Lake Couchiching:

On my return I passed this Nine-hole golf course:

Yes, Tom, there are homes on either side of the fairway.

It has an elevated tee at  the crest of the hill - I don't know where it is relative to the tree. Does one aim for it? Although the distance tea to green is short, like the old 18th at Aurora, one would get a lot of exercise walking between holes - right back up the hill!

You see it is only a 9-hole course with some of the white flag pins visible. I don't know the course rules about being on the rocks or against the fence or out of bounds. I did see one golf ball in a meter of water - yes, that is right, we measure our water usage with meters - about 20m off shore - maybe the golfer looked up?

A little further on I came across this haunting tree:

And then, as at the end of many a game of golf, a visit to Brewery Bay;

The colours have been brilliant and have lasted so long.

When will this Heron fly South?

And before I knew it I was back home:

WOB

On Sunday Bill paddled East

 What better time for a paddle on a warm October day when you and Nature are aglow.

It is the time when the leaves also take their leave

A pretty lagoon, one of 3 or 4 near us,

what I thought would be the last herons,

(Another blog entry, if written and posted, woulds or could show 2 more herons, alive.)

 

I was so taken by the colour in the trees and on the water that I nearly missed this:

 

 

Completely unexpected - but an opportunity if I moved the kayak just a little more:

And a last reflection before take out.

What a wonderful day.

WOB

Reality is 50km south!

 So we had clear blue skies while Nancy was drinking her/Dave's coffee. And I wished to have some snow, too. Not to be. Yesterday I went for a walk around Tudhope Park to see what was really happening.

First the Trumpeter Swans. One swam right up to me like I was cracked corn - 50% correct, maybe?

Now is a good time to play beach volleyball - there are no line-ups, and winds are often quite light. Unfortunately, the bar is closed.

Lack of bar facilities does not mean the road is straight!

Colour everywhere one looks -

And no sign of snow, yet.

WOB

Optical Illusions

 With an apology to Robert W. Service:

There are strange things done in the midnight sun

      By the men who moil for gold;

The Arctic trails have their secret tales

      That would make your blood run cold;

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,

      But the queerest they ever did see 

Was that night on the marge of Lake Muskoka:

 

When to a Watt with a wondering eye did appear 

Wouldn't this make you question what you had in your coffee this morning?

I experienced something completely different on Thursday, July 28:

Left side:

Again, total:

Right side:

A selfie?

The midnight sun?

Sam McGee, you ain't seen nothin' !

WOB

By Baby Bunting

 Let sleeping dogs lie peacefully before the fire.

I ought to know - WOB

Hardly a Murmur?

 Procrastination!

Don't tell anybody-

 Near Strongville

WOB