A short and fast moving storm rolled through our area late Monday afternoon bringing with it delightfully cooler air which chased the existing heat and humidity right out of Dodge. Well at least for a few hours anyway.
LOOKS LIKE THE LADIES BAYFIELD POLE WALKERS WERE OUT IN FULL FORCE THIS MORNING
HEADING ON DOWN ANOTHER SCENIC COUNTRY ROAD
LOOKS LIKE FARMERS HAVE GOT THE WHEAT HARVEST IN
Taking advantage of our morning’s cool down Pheebs and I with a coffee to go from Bayfield’s Shopbike Coffee Roasters headed southeast out of town to a walking spot where Bannockburn Line dead-ends south of Centennial Road. This dead end road runs along the east side of Kerr's Campground. If you happen to click on the campground site and look through the photos keep an eye out for Pheebs:))
PARKED THE JEEP AND HEADED DOWN THAT ROAD TO WHERE IT ENDS AT A SWAMPY AREA…..ABOUT A HALF MILE WALK THERE AND BACK
WOULDN’T ADVISE GOING DOWN THERE WITHOUT A 4 WHEEL DRIVE VEHICLE
LOTS OF BULLRUSHES
We’ve never encountered another person along this rutted stretch of bush road alongside the campground but we sure did encounter a number of biting Deer Flies this morning. No mosquitos though despite it’s swampy area at the southernmost dead end. A nice easily accessible spot for a quiet country walk. Once past the campground look for a parking spot alongside the road on your left.
WE VENTURED INTO THE SWAMP AND SURPRISINGLY THERE WERE NO MOSQUITOS
PHEEBS IS IN BOTH THE ABOVE AND BELOW PHOTOS
LOOKS LIKE SOMEBODY HAS BEEN IN HERE MUCKING ABOUT WITH AN ATV
‘HEY DAD ARE WE LOST YET’
‘NO PHEEBS WE JUST HAVE TO MAKE A LEFT TURN AT THAT BRIGHT GREEN FERN AHEAD’
Wasn’t long before I could feel the heat and humidity rising again so we made our way back to the Jeep and headed for home. What an absolutely beautiful morning it had been in the cooler air. Soon the early morning’s coolness will extend further into the shortening days and we’ll be able to stay out longer, walk farther, and do more things comfortably.
A COUPLE MORE TROLL HOUSES
Back home I was happy to busy myself outside organizing things to be loaded back into the Motorhome for this winter’s journey. In the Spring each year when we return home I’m in the habit of partially unloading most of the rig’s bins in preparation for cleaning them. Later this morning I began reloading things and what a nice feeling that gave me. Yes, some days are just definitely better than other days.
WHEREVER I GO MY CAMERA IS ALWAYS BY MY SIDE…..OH AND BY THE WAY I DON’T THINK THE DRIVER’S SIDE AIRBAG WORKS SO I AM IN THE HABIT OF STUFFING A BIG PILLOW IN MY SHIRT IN CASE OF A CRASH….YOU DIDN’T REALLY BELIEVE THAT DID YOU:))
AFTER I TOOK THIS PICTURE OF PHEEBS SHE ALSO TOOK A PICTURE OF ME
Just when I thought our afternoon was going to be another write off due to the rising heat and humidity an amazing thing occurred when a pleasantly chilling breeze blew into the area. Don't think I've ever experienced a quick temperature drop like that before but oh my what a welcome relief it was:))))))))
The strike at Goderich’s Sifto Salt Mine is finally over so that means with no picket line in place a section of the north side harbor is once again open to people like myself who like to occasionally drop by looking for a few photos.
GROANER’S CORNER:)) MacAndrews was visiting his Irish cousin, O'Bannon. While there he decided to do a bit of fishing. As he sat there one afternoon, his cousin walked by. "What are ye doing?" asked O'Bannon. "Fishin'," said MacAndrews. "Caught anything?" "Ach, nae a bite," "What are ye usin' fer bait?" "Worms" "Let me see it," said O'Bannon. MacAndrews lifted the line from the water and handed it to his cousin. O'Bannon took out his flask of whiskey and dipped the worm in it. He handed it back to MacAndrews, who cast his line once more. As soon as the worm hit the water, his rod bent over double, the line screaming out. "Have ye got a bite?" asked O'Bannon. "No!" shouted MacAndrews, fighting with the rod, "The worm's got a salmon by the throat!"
“What do you call a water bottle without a cap? De-cap-itated.”
An Irishman is walking along the beach one day, and he sees a bottle laying in the sand. He picks it up and starts to brush it off, and out pops a genie. The genie says, "Since you have freed me from the bottle, I will grant you three wishes." The Irishman thinks for a moment and says, "I'm feeling a might thirsty, I think I'll be wishing for a pint of stout." POOF! There is a pint of stout in his hand. He drinks it down, and starts to throw the bottle, when the genie says, "I'd look at that bottle again before I threw it if I were you." So he looks at the bottle, and it is magically filling back up with stout. The genie told him, "That is a magic bottle, and it will always fill back up after you finish it." The genie then asked, "What other two wishes can I grant for you?" The Irishman looks at the bottle in his hand and says, "I'll be taking two more of these."