Although it may sound that way, “the forks of the credit” is not an expression akin to “the horns of a monetary dilemma”. It is the name of an Ontario Provincial Park, “Credit” being the name of the river that divides — forks — in this area. Today, E.g. and I took the pupsters for a ninety-minute loop hike. In the summer, the walk could probably be done in half the time, but some of the trail today wasn’t broken, and the snow was up to the Cardis’ shoulders. They didn’t seem to complain, though.
The Bruce Trail and the Trans Canada Trail both run through this park. Here’s a signpost that E.g. photographed, showing what’s allowed on this stretch of the Trans Canada and on the park-constructed Meadow Trail. Just now, I’d take the permission to bicycle with a grain of salt.
We followed a park trail along the south side of the kettle lakes (small, deep bodies of water) to where the Bruce trail meets it at right angles along the edge of a steep bank. I was standing on the Bruce Trail looking across the valley when I took this picture. I like how it shows where moist blowing snow adhered to the sides of these trees.
This White Pine interested me. I always think of a White Pine’s wheeling branches as starting from higher up the trunk; maybe as it grows older, its lower branches drop off?
This baby’s hardly a sapling, though — I could get only two-thirds of it into the photo!
Switching from the rather big to the pretty little, here’s today’s final picture: a cute nest about waist-high from the ground, right beside one of the lakes. E.g. took this picture. The glove is just for scale; it’s resting on a branch, handless.