A Walk in the WoodsPosted: October 3, 2012
I really, really, really wanted to call this blog “A Walk in the Woods” as a nod to one of my favourite books of all time by Bill Bryson…alas, that name was already taken on WordPress (though never used *grumble*) and so I had to do some creative thinking-type stuff to come up with an alternative. While not quite as catchy as Mr. Bryson’s title (in my opinion, anyway), I’ve decided that Woodland Rambles will do quite nicely…particularly with respect to accuracy.
Because really, that’s what Charlie (he’s my dog) and I do. We ramble in the woods. Rather often. Actually, to be accurate, I do far more rambling than Charlie does. He’s more of a plunge through the underbrush and stop to widdle on everything that doesn’t move kind of guy. I swear he covers triple the distance that I do on most of our walks.
Today we headed out along the Ottawa River, which divides Canada’s capital, Ottawa, from the city of Gatineau (and the province of Ontario from Quebec). It wa’s a typical, changeable autumn day here, with a temperature swinging from “I wish I brought a jacket” to taking off my cardigan when the sun came out. Still, no complaints from me as we’ve not had any frost yet and the weather truly is glorious. The air along the river has the warm, hummus-y smell of fallen leaves and dwindling plant life; the trees range from green to russet to brilliant gold, scarlet, and crimson — covering every possible shade between; and the geese are pausing on the water as they fly south for the winter. With luck, we’ll have many more days just like it.