pleasure in the walk

I could eat an unctuous burger right now but I’m not. I’m going to be virtuous and have a Smoky Black-eyed Pea burger instead. No greasy patty (but oh my that would be good) - we will have a glob of caramelized onions for that dripping out of the bun experience. Except we won’t have a bun, we’ll have it in a pita.

The weather has been a mixed bag. Yesterday was glorious and we went for a long walk into camp D. Late afternoon Carm made the decision to drive into Ottawa for a wake instead of waiting for today (which would have burnt the whole day). It was lots of driving for him again (why are all these things at the other end of the city?), but he was safely back not long past 9pm, just in time for a warming Pasta Fagioli soup.

Today we walked from the villetta all the way down to camp A. From there we skirted the St. Lawrence (climbing over some big rocks on the way), and on into camp B where the new campsites are. We walked back to camp down the road. The sun shone and my fleece jacket ended up tied around my waist like a weirdly shaped skirt.

Once we got back to camp we dragged our chairs over to Paul and Sandra’s campfire for a lovely afternoon visit. The clouds raced in with some whipping winds and suddenly it was yuck. Time for a hot shower :-)

“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn--that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness--that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.”
~Jane Austen