Wasting Gasoline

I feel so guilty when I hop in the car and drive aimlessly for a few hours. But, a man's gotta do what he's gotta do. I take the public transit enough that I can justify a sunday drive once in a while. We passed by Archy's place, but his humans had company so we kept on truckin'. Besides, we didn't have Grendel along for the ride. Eventually, Sass and I ended up in Manilla, ON for some ice cream. I had two scoops of "moose tracks" while Sass had a scoop of some deadly chocolate, and the moosey stuff. We're Canadian, so it's quite alright to eat ice cream while there are snow flurries whirling about in the air.



We followed the rising moon until we were north of Lake Scugog somewhere, and then we turned around to head back into the city. It was a pleasant afternoon of rambling and rubbernecking. The best part is, the trees are bare, and we could see for miles. The fall colours are long gone and the earth is laid bare before our eyes.