We ride the cargo bike down to the bike path on the Massawippi.

We get wet.

We stop in the woods at the side of the bike trail, to visit the Massawippi River.

And, look! So many things to see.

What else can we find?

In this little sliver of heavenly woods— the greatest blooming of Indian Pipe that I have ever seen!

My camera cannot capture the masses and the expanse, for at a distance, they simply blend into the forest floor.

Closer and closer, to the limits of my camera. I cannot move in close enough. 

To bike to North Hatley, we take the dirt road that goes over the covered bridge.

Before the bridge, there is a pull-out at the Massawippi River.

The slope at the bottom is gradual.

It looks like a nice place to get wet.

The bottom is covered in small pebbles. There is no industrial debris.

Certainly there is agricultural run-off. Fortunately, there are no cows standing in the river.

Few cars pass. We are alone.

I am certain we will come again.