October 8, 2015. A Clear View of Toronto.

October 8, 2015.  A Clear View of Toronto.  We opted to spend another day at Four Mile Creek State Park because I had a conference call late this afternoon.  We didn't want to get caught between here and Vermont.  I was also sure of the Internet signal at the Tops Grocery store and didn't want to risk missing part or all of the call. 

A slow day - as are most when we travel - it was then, until the call.  I prepared for the call this morning and did some other worky stuff in T-Harvey.  I felt the call of nature and trooped to the communal library.  While I was in the stall, I heard the door creek open followed by the voice of what I initially thought was a pre-pubescent boy, "Is Oney in here?"  Odd name, I thought, but I've heard worse.

I am not Oney, so I didn't answer.  Then, I heard the unmistakable sound of a mop bucket being deposited on the tile floor.  Instantly, I realized that I had misheard the voice.  It was the voice of a female and what she said was not what I heard.  What she said was, "Is anyone in here?"

I panicked.  I bellowed, "HALLOW!  YES, SOMEONE is in here!"

I heard the same boyish voice say, "Sorry."  Then, the door closed again.  I quickly finished and exited the bathroom.  She was sitting on a bench near the loo, tapping away on her cell phone.  I sheepishly, furtively and quickly turned my face away so she couldn't pick me out of a lineup (as if she could not have identified me by my pear-shaped body).  The rest of the day was downhill from there. 

There is never a dull moment on a Farkley road trip.

As you can see from looking at the pictures this week, fall is announcing itself.  The reds are brighter and more extensive than they were earlier in the week.  I expect to see richer and deeper colors as we wind our way further east.  I'll share them with you.