Many years ago my husband and I were introduced to the Elora Gorge Conservation Area on a hiking day with close friends. Last weekend the two of us were there again. We paid our $10 to get into the park, left our car in the designated area right at the trail head, put on our walking shoes and struck out through the trees. Multitudes of people were there that sunny, warm day in fall making a solitary walk impossible. Nevertheless the gorge beckoned and we all shared it.
There is a huge drop down to a small meandering river and sometime many years ago this sturdy fence was built for safety. It also adds to the view.
Along the trail we found a ravine and climbed down to see the gorge from the bottom. I loved the towering walls lining the serene river as hikers and adventurers dipped into the scene.
I couldn't get enough pictures.
This was really a lovely place to reconnoiter.
Of course hiking down the ravine meant hiking back up but we did it with not too much effort. Guess we're in better shape than we think. Near the village of Elora, this stone shell of an old mill (I expect) is a powdery grey-white and quite beautiful.
Another shot of the same place focuses on the gnarled old tree by the path.
My husband took this shot of me but couldn't get one without others in it as well, so busy was the trail that day. Note the bridge in the background. We were almost in the village.
Another old mill across the river has found a new life with a restaurant on the bottom floor. As we got closer we saw all the veranda tables filled. What a lovely spot to get refreshed!
And here is the river with its water rushing over worn rock towards the rapid fall a few feet away.
Some Canada geese were washing their webby feet as the sun soothed and cameras clicked. Ideal.
Heading back towards the trail we explored the abandoned mill from a different angle. I had to take a picture of Ron, framed by this solid and secure stone wall.
Fall is so exceptional because out of the cool days and nippy nights suddenly comes a sun-filled warm day framed by sparkling waters and rioting trees of red, orange and yellow. This was one such glorious day.
There is a huge drop down to a small meandering river and sometime many years ago this sturdy fence was built for safety. It also adds to the view. Along the trail we found a ravine and climbed down to see the gorge from the bottom. I loved the towering walls lining the serene river as hikers and adventurers dipped into the scene.
I couldn't get enough pictures.
This was really a lovely place to reconnoiter.
Of course hiking down the ravine meant hiking back up but we did it with not too much effort. Guess we're in better shape than we think. Near the village of Elora, this stone shell of an old mill (I expect) is a powdery grey-white and quite beautiful.
Another shot of the same place focuses on the gnarled old tree by the path.
My husband took this shot of me but couldn't get one without others in it as well, so busy was the trail that day. Note the bridge in the background. We were almost in the village.
Another old mill across the river has found a new life with a restaurant on the bottom floor. As we got closer we saw all the veranda tables filled. What a lovely spot to get refreshed!
And here is the river with its water rushing over worn rock towards the rapid fall a few feet away.
Some Canada geese were washing their webby feet as the sun soothed and cameras clicked. Ideal.
Heading back towards the trail we explored the abandoned mill from a different angle. I had to take a picture of Ron, framed by this solid and secure stone wall.
Fall is so exceptional because out of the cool days and nippy nights suddenly comes a sun-filled warm day framed by sparkling waters and rioting trees of red, orange and yellow. This was one such glorious day.
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