I turned sticks...
...into a little fire, keeping me warm on the riverbank.
This little fella decided to inspect my jacket.
Sitting on the riverbank, I could hear only birds and the rushing of water.
Amazing how it is only a couple of miles from the busiest highway in North America (the 401).
I made my way back after an hour or so, finding little sights in the woods.
The smell of the leaves and soil and blossoms was strong.
I didn't see anyone else during my time down there - it had rained earlier and I think most folks preferred to spend their Sunday indoors.
I prefer a bit of both sometimes.
Drinking from my canteen, I whittled away on a stick and watched a red cardinal flit about on the the banks.
No bears presented themselves.
No deer either, but I wouldn't have been surprised to see a fox, or as I did last week, a rabbit.
Certainly if I was to remain still for long enough, I might see some secrets down there.
Think I will bring a lightweight camping chair or something next time.
A few minutes after I got home, the heavens opened wide and an amazing rainstorm washed down the streets, and through the leaves.
Glad I'm home now.