Rolling Castle Travels: Fall colours

Woody got up at the crack of stupid this morning he had an appointment at 8:00 AM in St. Albert, the alarm was set but he woke up early, could not go back to sleep so got up at 4:30 AM. Lucky for me the dogs did not wake up until 7:00—good puppies! It was very foggy, damp and cool here this morning so playtime was cut short. I set about cleaning up the fifth wheel, as soon as I drag out the vacuum both dogs run and hide, they both hate the noise, Oreo grabs her favourite toy as she runs to find a safe hiding spot, it is too funny, after two years she still has not figured out that the vacuum will not eat her or her toys. Woody arrived home had some lunch then went to the gun range to sight in a friends rifle who does not have time to do it himself.

I took the dogs for a nice walk on the trail, capturing some pictures of the fall colours; I love the sights and smells of fall, my favourite season, and the leaves are not crunchy, still damp from the morning fog, although it has turned into a beautiful warm sunny day with some wind. Cookie is getting much better about following and staying out from under my feet and Oreo’s way; she walks most of the way only asking now and then for a short ride. We usually walk about a mile; Cookie runs most of the way trying to keep up Oreo. I really was amazed at how many leaves have fallen, and then I remembered it is mid September and I have not walked the paths much since Cookies arrival.

Woody takes Oreo on the trail and I play/walk Cookie in the campground area, so they can each have some alone play/walk time. Woody returned home just as I was returning from our walk and after a few calls, he returned to the gun range to do some cleaning up. He returned around 3:30 PM with a member of O F & Game, Dave, who is interested in getting into bow hunting. They talk rifles and Dave checks out Woody’s bow while enjoying an adult beverage, Dave left around 4:45, we chatted a bit, and then Woody left to go hunting. He returned a short time later, the farmer who owns the land is picking up bales so not point in
hunting. He calls his buddy Scott, chats until he hears shots at the range, left to check the range, making sure all rules are being followed, and some members think all rules are for other people. When he returned a short time later, we sat outside enjoying the warm evening, and then spent some time chatting to online friends before retiring for the night.