It's Hallowe'en!

There are lots more pictures of leaves changing colour, especially right here in our own back yard.  However, it's Hallowe'en!  Ghosts and goblins, trick or treaters; we're ready with our candy to avoid the tricks, even though we probably won't see many candy beggars at the door on our street.

In the meantime, I'm struck with how the culture of Hallowe'en is changing.  Not only are costumes getting more expensive, but displays outside homes are getting (in my mind), quite excessive!

Not only was there a huge and scary ghost outside this home, there was also a skeleton rising up from the ground.

Presumably arising from this coffin lying on the front lawn.

There was also a family of grinning pumpkins, behind a low skeletal fence.

Put it together and you've got all this, with the addition of the purple monster on the left.  I like the ghost family the best!

Not to be outdone, the immediate neighbours have created a quite scary entrance that trick or treaters will have to conquer in order to get their treats.

The Arrival of Fall

The arrival of fall is one of the grand changes that occurs over the seasons here.  Fall seems to arrive more suddenly and more completely, when the leaves finally fall, than does spring.  And of course it's colourful, at least if you live in an area with Sugar Maple forests.  Over the next few posts I'm going to share the transformation that fall brings.

When we returned from our grand expedition up to Tobermory there was not much sign of fall colour.  The leaves outside our window were largely still green.

Only a few leaves had turned orange or red.

Across the golf course an individual tree always turns red first.

But the leaves on our own Sugar Maples were turning colour quickly.  When I went out on the deck and looked up one tree's canopy was largely colourful, though the Norway Maple on the left remains green, even today.,

By mid-October the colour was much more obvious, a little late compared to the dates I remember, and a little subdued this year, but fall had arrived.

My Furry Gnome Cousins

 I'm xontinuing my effort to catch up, and will try to post daily until I do (though I have commitments on Wednesday and Thursday which may interfere).  First a simple post to remind you of my cousin Furry Gnomes.  They showed up a few weeks back but now they've been moved to a more auspicious stage.  Thought you'd be interested.  

Here they are, sitting on the front porch nw, bookended by a few miniature pumpkins.

Just so you have the context, they're now part of a bigger front porch collection.  Did you notice all three of them?

Dorcas Bay - Pictures from the Past

 As I've said, I have visited Dorcas, or what Parks Canada is calling Singing Sands, numerous times over the past.  Once we brought university students up here for a week long field course.  So I have a few pictures from the past; pretend you're a botanist and see if you're fascinated by these plants!.  

'Singing Sands' by the way refers to the squeaking sound the sand makes when you walk across it.  This is due to the uniform size of the quartz grains and only occurs a few places in the world.

This map was posted in the years when Parks Canada had taken over management, but before all the recent changes to access had been made.  You can see the narrow access lane that led in off the sideroad, and behind that the open fen, half covered by map labels.  The sandy shore was very wide at this point, and you can see the forest beyond the access point.

This is Fringed Polygala, found typically under the Jack Pine forest.

Indian Paintbrush is found on the dry sands, but in slightly more open areas.

Thios is a terrible picture of Fringed Gentian, but it's the only one I've got.  This beautiful flower typically grows on the open sandy shore.

In slightly ,more damp areas you can find the Grass of Parnassus, not a grass at all, but a flowering plant.  It looks like little white lanterns across the fen.

And now we come to the fascinating Pitcher Plant, this picture taken in the spring when the leaves (pitchers) were still green.

The flower, which hangs down, is stunning, in real life a brighter red than this.

But it's in the 'pitchers' that the plant gets its reputation, for sharp downward pointing hairs trap insects which drown in the fluids at the bottom, providing nutrients for this carnivorous plant.

There's one more fascinating insectivorous plant in the fen, the Linear-leaved Sundew.  The tiny hairs wrap themselves around visiting insects, whci get dissolved by this unique plant.  This one is tiny!

I hope these photos from past blog posts in 2015 help show the uniqueness of this habitat.

Singing Sands Fen

 Mrs. F.G. waited by our car to make sure it wouldn't suddenly be towed, so I didn't go far down the boardwalk, but it was enough to give me a good view over the fen.  These posts from our trip north are dragging on too long, so I'm just going to post every day for a few days and get finished.

There was a good information sign with a map to get me started.

Here's a close look at the map.  The narrow laneway I remembered is gone entirely, replaced mostly with this boardwalk.  It extends out in a bend letting you see the wetland and continues to the Jack Pine forest beyond the creek according to the map.  Notice the bilingual wording.

At this time of year, 8 feet off the ground, the fen looks anything but interesting, just dry, light brown vegetation.

But there were two information signs, helping visitors appreciate both the dunes and fen as habitats.  The one for the fen shows an illustration of the famous Pitcher Plants, the carnivorous plants of the fen.

But if you look closer you'll see the small reddish plants on the sand, just clusters of tiny 'pitchers' in what as now a dry habitat.  Tomorrow I'll share some pictures from the past showing a close-up.

To me it was a beautiful view across the fen, perhaps because I know what's out there, having explored it in the now distant past.  For a time in the '70s I was in charge of management here.

There was a wet pool right beside the boardwalk as I turned to head back.  Perhaps next year we'll get up just to visit Dorcas, and look around more thoroughly.

Dorcas Bay - Singing Sands

 We drove down the highway from Tobermory as far as Dorcas Bay, a large bay on the west side of the peninsula known for its Jack Pine forest on the dunes, and a large wetland described as a 'fen', one of the rarest habitats in southern Ontario..  My first trip up here in 1962 coincided with the Federation of Ontario Naturalists buying this gem from a bankrupt developer.  I've visited here many times but not of course in the past 8 years since I became paralyzed.  Now it's part of the national park and things have changed!

Here the National Park has taken over, building new parking, and controlling beach access with a new walkway and boardwalk.  This was the surprise of the trip, to say the least!

Replacing the narrow gravel lane I remember, leading to half a dozen parking spaces, is controlled access, with parking now entirely on the other side of the sideroad, and a broad brick walkway leading us into Sing Sands.  We pulled right up to the beginning of the walkway, even though we shouldn't have, and got out.

There were two buildings there, one for washrooms and one presumably for admission (and I hope, some information).  But that building was closed.

Beyond it one side of the wooden deck led to the beach. protecting the dunes but giving access to the open sand.  I stopped at that point.

But it was wonderful to see that view out to Lake Huron, the beautiful blue water bringing back great memories.  This bay is known for its very shallow water; you can walk out an incredibly long distance and find it's only up to your knees, great for families with young children.

Besice me the dunes looked as if they were being successfully protected,  In previous years, people traipsing over the dunes and destroying vegetation were a major problem.

I turned to go the other direction to see the wetland, finding a wide elevated boardwalk that gave people access while protecting the fen.  There's a low narrow line of dunes that holds the water of the wetland back, except for a small creek that breaks out to the bay.  Here a big sign beckoned me on.

Back to the 'Little Tub'

Once the ship was fading into the distance we turned and headed back to the 'Little Tub', threading our way across the parking lots to avoid curbs and find an accessible route.  With no deadline to leave, I got some photos of different types of boats for you - and these two great carvings!

These two great carvings made me think of old fishermen, and I suspect one of them carved these.  When I first started visiting Tobermory, in the late '60s I would beg a cheap ride from Cap'n Smith, who took tourists out to see Flowerpot Island. and I know he did some carving.  I also once met the famous Orrie Vail, a retured fisherman who occupied a small shack smack in the middle of what is now the ferry dock.  He also did carving.

This ole two-masted sailboat was the first I noted.

Across the water was the 'Glass Bottom' boat, which also took tourists out.  It does have a glass bottom area where you can look down to the wrecks in the 'Big Tub'.  The popular harbour for boats is the 'little tub; the 'Big Tub' is nearby but largely surrounded by cottages.  There are two wrecks plainly visible in the Big Tub, under only a few feet of water.

 

Two of the more unusual boats in the harbour.

The dock where more pleasure boats have been pulling in.

An old fishing tug, apparently converted to a dive boat.

And back to the view out our front window - sorry for the reflection.  We were off homeward bound!

Good-bye to the Chi-Cheemaun

 After watching the ship load down by the bow, we hurried  along the dock to the stern to watch them cast off the lines.  In spite of sailing on it to Manitoulin many times in the past, we had never had the chance to watch the ship sail away from Tobermory.  It brought back lots of memories!

The

Lines for a ship this size are serious steel hausers; they have to watch that no-one gets hurt.

And then all of a sudden, the ship beside us was moving - fast!

The ship reversed out into the bay while the bow was closing as it went.

Turning to the left as it moved, we watched the bow slowly close.

By the time it had turned the bow was closed.  We remember being on the ship and hearing the bow close with a big clang.  And off the stern the propellers churned the water as it shifted from reverse to forward

And then the Chi-Cheemaun sailed away into the distance, taking our memories with it, for this year at least.