Elk Island National Park is in full autumn splendor.  While driving down the parkway I was treated to the many colors of fall.  Mother Nature's earthy tones are appearing where the greens of summer had been.

The wind was gusting yesterday.  It tugged the leaves from the branches, creating a shower of color. They danced across the road in front of me.

I had time for a short hike so chose my favorite trail; Amisk Wuche.  The underbrush is bare so I could see into the forest again.  The trail was covered in a carpet of leaves.  It rained the night before.  The dampness enhanced the autumn smells.

Berry-laden branches hang over the trail.  The wild cranberries are gone but the chokecherries and rose hips will provide food a while longer.  The coyotes have enjoyed the crop.  I had to watch where I was stepping.  They deposited their berry-filled scat in the middle of the trail.

The ducks and geese are beginning to gather in large numbers.  The cranes have started their migration to warmer climates.  The remaining waterfowl will follow soon.

I love autumn.  There are no bugs.  The air temperature is perfect for hiking.  The forest is colorful and sounds are soothing.  You can't help but enjoy the tranquility as Mother Nature prepares for winter.