Fall is a wonderful time to do things. The bugs are gone and this is important in this bug-ridden country. The tourists and cottagers are mostly gone. This does improve the traffic problem slightly while trying to get from Niagara through the QEW/427/401/400 corridor just as fast as possible--which by the way--is seldom very fast. Of course there is always construction somewhere. But once, finally heading north from Toronto, the traffic slims down, the businesses and subdivisions disappear and there are the long vistas of hills and valleys and colored trees and more colored trees. Glorious. And then we reach the Canadian Shield which adds different colored granite to the picture. When we hit this point, then I feel like I'm really away and really up north.
I would point out, having mentioned the tourist traffic is mostly gone, fall is a great time to travel for just that reason. Anyway, back to Muskoka. The Cranberry Festival was on in Bala, always a week after Thanksgiving. We wandered through the village up one way, down the other way. We admired the Moon River Falls, much diminished from its spring extravagance. There was a juried craft show in the arena where I restrained myself from spending a fortune--but I could have. Uh hu. Good stuff. There were more vendors outside. We checked out all the delicious, not necessarily healthy food, and finally settled on a chili dinner at the United Church. It was very, very good but we needed dessert too. Found a food truck selling "beaver tails"--a deep fried Canadian convection with your choice of toppings. It's quite large and we shared--that is hubby and me.
And now back home where the colors are slower in coming and never quite reach the color heights of the north, but we're okay and the squirrels are busy cleaning up the walnuts littered around my back year. The sound of fall at our place is squirrels crunching walnuts.
Enjoy your fall.