Un journée de la variété

Might as well get started with la Francais since I'm sitting in Quebec right now... But to get here we enjoyed an exciting last day in Ontario.
Started with a grinding 4WD route that played out despite what the map indicated. Didn't exactly have muddy water inside the truck but it was over the running boards and we had several load shifting experiences.
Finally located a promising area and discovered that Kali may be a little petite for the GoPro puppy cam, especially when crashing through forest for grouse.  Must be designed for Frisbee dogs.

No. Go. Pro.

Pretty. And tough on dogs lugging cameras and old men with broken feet. 

But worth it for a mouthful of feathers! 

Clear cuts for the timber industry eventually create prime grouse habitat. We found one area that was too recently harvested to attract birds yet but we sure saw some Christmas trees we'd be happy to haul home.

Brief stop for lunch in Timmins at an out of the way café overlooking the gold mine and where French and English are interchangeable.  But the strawberry rhubarb pie spoke loud and clear.

Decided to rest the puppy and wet a line in the creek that drains Pothole Lake. The brook trout were literally leaping out of the water and all over our tenkara flies.

Beautiful and feisty little fish. 

They are right over there Dad!

Kali loves sitting by streams and watching us fish. She doesn't care so much about smelling or even catching the fish but is fascinated about how they disappear into the water.
The big fish came out at sunset and I'm sad to admit that it got too dark for me to tie a knot on those tiny flies. But we did see some quality fish.
On to Quebec.
Let voyage se poursuit.