Connaught to Deep River, ON
Algonquin and Anishinabek territory
85 km
Sunny and windy in the wrong direction, 25 ºC
Slept in a little in one of the comfiest beds of the entire tour. There is something magical about revisiting a place that felt like a portal into how you wanted to live your life in the first place.
We were fortunate to spend the morning and a bit of the afternoon with one of my favourite families and the incredible educator behind the Shaw Woods page.
A big dog.
Jamming session complete.
Before the butterfly and the cocoon, a tale of a monarch.
Remnants from the dinosaur era, the encrusted saxifrage.
Unripe bundleberries.
Poisonous bane berries.
Red elderberries.
Farmer Grant.
Photographer Grant.
Grant as himself.
Grant with his marvel, Dorothy. (And vice versa.)
Annise who cycled out a ways with us on her trusty speedy steed.
Sunset and we’re still going, going, gone.
