Last week was full of work-related challenges. Everything went more or less as planned, but by the time the weekend rolled around, it sure was time for a break. Unfortunately, the work-related duties intruded well into the weekend.
On Sunday I had some minor chores to take care of. After lunch there was finally some me-time.
There is no better treat for me than hopping on my Vespa and hitting the road. Even if my name isn't Jack.
I headed north, determined to take it slow and easy. Take in the fall colors. Enjoy the late fall sunshine.
Continuing on my northward course, I took a nice quiet back road that cuts obliquely across the western tip of the island, finding its way to the shore of the Lake of Two Mountains.
When I got to the lake, I couldn't resist the temptation to check up on the memorial.
Sure enough, Jim Katz was up to his quiet literary philanthropy. Another copy of The Senneville Time Warp was discretely tucked into its special place on the monument. It's a treat for me to see it there. It makes my connection to the place much more meaningful. Thanks Jim.
Something caught my attention out on the lake, behind the memorial. Amazingly a couple of kite surfers were taking advantage of the stiff winds. I tried to snap a picture. I know that the kites are in the frame, but they blend in with the fall foliage and all but disappear.
From the memorial I began the ride home, westward along the shore.
On this trip there was no trace of summer left. Leaves rustling in the breeze, pumpkins on stoops, folks strolling in heavy jackets and bulky sweaters, the scent of log fires in the air.
Thinking of Steve Williams, I took the Vespa off-road, into a grassy field, and down to the water's edge.
A small flotilla of geese was resting by the shore bobbing in the choppy frigid water. Mother nature is good at camouflage, so you have to look carefully to see them.
Looking left and right, or south and north, the lake from this vantage point is just beautiful. Unfortunately it's just a question of time before someone snaps up this land for another McMansion.
I pushed on, slowly meandering homeward on Senneville road.
When I got to Ste-Anne de Bellevue, I went down to the boat ramp near the entrance to the lock that allows boaters to go from the Lake of Two Mountains into Lake St-Louis.
The boat slips at the marina are empty now, and many of the docks have been hauled ashore in preparation for winter's assault.
Further west it was the same story at the Baie d'Urfée Yacht Club. The sailboats are all on shore and ready to hibernate.
All that was left to do was push on home. The weather is supposed to be reasonably good this coming week, so the scoot commute is still on. But the clock is definitely ticking down to the close of the season.
There was a snow storm warning over the past couple of days for the US northeast. It's just a question of time before my world goes white too.
On a housekeeping note, a curious link seems to have developed between this blog and my Vespa. The odometer on the Vespa is at 10,385 miles, and the stats counter on the blog is at 10,023 pageviews, more or less neck and neck. With the winter hiatus looming, the blog is sure to pull way out in front of the Vespa.
1 comment:
What a nice outing. I guess you have to take your chances as long as the good weather lasts. I spent the day confined to indoors filing away my paperwork. But since it was raining cats and dogs going outside wasn't even an option. Hope you can continue for a bit. I'd love to see more fall pics before your world turns white.
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