There was still lots of colour in the trees, but a lot of leaves had fallen too. It was certainly a beautiful day.
Mrs. F.G. wanted to be sure my chariot had no trouble on the gravel trails, but this was all fine-packed gravel, and the chair handled it easily. I had to go slow so she could keep up.
This trail heads north toward downtown Owen sound on the east side of the river, passing through a mix of forest and meadow. We only walked half of it.
The smiley face protects people who get too close from bumping into the blunt steel post that holds the headrest - see how far back it goes in the 2nd photo above. We've already had two injuries!
A closer look at my hat!
Quite quickly we came to a bit of history in the park. This is today's toboganning hill, but it was once the site of a large ski jump. In fact, my mother competed here as a ski jumper in the '30's. I can remember the old wooden jump that skiers took off from. A personal connection to the park.