We visited Anne's sister and brother-in-law in Kingsville, Ontario last weekend. On Monday we made a short trip to Point Pelee National Park, which just so happens to contain Canada's most southern mainland point, at something like 41.90 degrees north, about the same as Barcelona, Spain and Rome, Italy.
The park consists of mostly wetlands, which I
cannot help to find nothing but a euphemism for swamp. There is also some forest cover, containing some rare trees (for Canada, that is). It is a birder's heaven as the north shore of Lake Erie is a migratory path for many bird species.
The weather was warm for this time of year, the park deserted. Lake Erie was quiet, with just a bit of sunlight peaking through the clouds here and there. It always evokes a feeling of desolated beauty in me when it is like this.