As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travellers, men of Willowdale, emerge from the forest's shadow. Fording the river, they turn south, journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of The Necromancer...
(except for the Tim's coffee and donut on the dashboard):
I spent last week in Hamilton for work, made a brief trip to the Falls and was surprised at how crowded it was, and made sure to consume some Timbits and coffee several times over the course of the week.
Stood in snow up to my ballsack to take this photo of the Falls, just so I could show my kids back in Florida. And, oh yeah, for sure, I am still talking like one of you, eh? AND, the $100 bill DOES smell like maple syrup.