These days things seem to take a little longer. Its almost noon before the last of the mist burns off. The leaves still cling to the trees until their colours are exhausted. More time is spent beside the fireplace than in the canoe. And the Beaver taxis by just a little slower on its way out for one more patrol before heading back to Sault Ste. Marie. Fruitless attempts to hold onto another beautiful autumn and the end of the season.