The names are Witch’s Way, Canopy, Sawmill and Prince’s Loop. They conjure up images of their own but the Bonshaw Hills Trails are a delight in more than names. These are our favourite images from a recent exploration of these trails:
was a giant woodpecker at work here?
Is this a scene from a science fiction movie, the tendrils of an alien hand creeping over the earth?
Old man's beard covered several trees in one area.
Dog berries are plentiful but are they a harbinger of a bad winter?
The hobbit wasn't home on this day.
Mini maples or Canada trees, as our four year old granddaughter calls them, have taken over this forest floor.
Goldenrod was more than two meters tall in places.
A rock you say? A rarity on this island!
Remnants of an old sawmill cause us to pause and consider how the forest has grown around the remains.
Artifacts from an old homestead are exhibited on one trail.
Colour, light and texture are key elements on these trails.
The golden grand-dog insists on waiting if I fall too far behind. She barks, "Are you finished with that camera yet?" Georgie is accustomed to the wait.