This week we drove south of Massey to see the annual Sandhill Crane migration. Hundreds were feeding and squawking en masse on the various fields.
John and I had our cameras in hand, but little did I know he'd come prepared with a tripod. It's quite an experience to hear them all honking at the same time!
From there we drove further south and captured this great view of the La Cloche Mountains, a range of hills that hugs the shoreline of Lake Huron near Manitoulin Island. This lush farmland, such a change to the rugged Canadian Shield that surrounds it, is home to many Mennonites. Seeing their roadside stands filled with fresh produce takes me back to all those years we lived near Stratford and St. Marys.
Next, we drove to La Cloche Lake, but with the cool autumn wind and overcast skies we didn't stay long.
John suggested we visit La Chutes Provincial Park north of Massey.
There were still a few campers and the park staff were busy getting ready to close for the winter. The scenery, however, is open year round and is spectacular.
The amount of water going over the falls was deafening. On our way home John stopped to talk with the Park staff. Why? To ask about kayaking the Cataract River, of course. What can I say? He's a paddle boy on a mission!
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