It was August 2015 and Dana, Oliver and I had taken a few days off of work to travel East to visit from friends. We first ended up somewhere near Brockville (Dana would be able to tell you better where we were) at a house that a friend’s family had rented. We stayed there for a couple of days, unwinding, eating great food and having even better conversations which some of Dana’s friends from high school. Because we were in the “area” we decided to hop up to Carleton Place where Dana’s cousin, Aunts and Uncle live. We had a very short by sweet visit with more family and then it was down to Kingston to visit even more friends for a couple of days.
Instead of taking that
boring efficient trip down the 416/417 to the 401 and across to Kingston, we decided upon a very rural route from Highway 7 through Perth and down to Kingston. How rural was this route? Well because we were using Google Maps on our phone, there were some points where we had to just guess where we were going because we couldn’t get any cell service…and this happened A LOT!
But it was this trip down from Perth that brought us down Foley Mountain, into the picturesque village of Westport and eventually past what would become our family homestead. Dana has so eloquently detailed our first trip past the house here.
So, Foley Mountain has a special place in my heart. It also has some of the best views of the lakes and landscape in the area. You should check it out sometime. For now, here is what I saw this past Autumn when the leaves were colouring everything their glorious red, yellow and orange.