Now that we are on the bikes, Komoka is too far away to get to for a morning walk. A bright and surprisingly fresh morning saw 27 ramblers assembling at the Northern end of Brigham Road to explore Komoka Provincial Park from the other side, rather than from the White House. The hike leader took us along narrow paths through high vegetation and steep hills in the woods. A ramble which deserved its name.
Golden Rod dominated the landscape outside the forested areas of the park.
Dry meadows on sunny hills.
Where did all these clouds come from all of a sudden? The sky had been blue up until 10 a.m.
These are the days of the many good-byes, and one of the walkers not only gave me a lift but also took me to her favourite watering hole, the Little Beaver in Komoka. Rural and down-to-earth, nothing too fancy, and definitely a piece of Ontario jigsaw I had to collect before going home.
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