Forks of the Credit

It looks like summer is over, and my favorite season has begun. Fall! I have all these visions of cold nights, pumpkin farms, dry leaves under my feet on the sidewalk. Gol, I can't wait. The only problem here is that fall is really short, and the crushing oppression of winter follows. In a strange way though, I think that's why I love fall so much - just like I love movies with heartbreaking death scenes.

The shortness of fall combined with lengthy list of to-dos means I constantly keep this little countdown in my head. Only x weeks left; I need to do this and this and this... It actually makes me less productive, because I get so overwhelmed by the thoughts of things I want to/should do that I just collapse on my couch.

Having spent the last couple weekends overwhelmed like that, I decided that today would be different. We only have x weeks of nice weather left and damnit we're going OUT.

And so today we ended up at Forks of the Credit Provincial Park, an unfortunately-named but beautiful park about an hour and a half outside of the city. It was exactly what I had been hoping for; brightly-lit woods, wildflower-filled meadows and easy trails. The leaves are just beginning to turn too, which is exciting.

We hiked for about three hours, and I was struck, as I often am, by how much southern Ontario looks like southern Wisconsin. Similar trees, similar farms, similar landscapes complete with moraines, etc. Forks of the Credit even reminds me of another - and much funnier - unfortunately-named park from my hometown, Bong Recreation Area. I guess that's just human though, to see new things in the context of your old things.

And as a side note, Oliver wore his new hiking boots - the boots he bought with his birthday gift card to Mountain Equipment Co-op. Thanks gift givers! He doesn't have to wear his circa 1994 army boots any more!