It is mid-September and as the sign indicates that means the Scarecrow Invasion and more personally, the departure of the Flying Scotsman and its crew from the little town of Meaford, Ontario.

The scarecrow displays and contest are a wonderful event and the whole town takes part in making more of the little stuffed and dressed figures to put everywhere. They are hanging off every street lamp post and sitting in every possible place around the town ... hundreds of the unique guys and gals!

A lot of them have personal themes and here is a blond rock star sitting on the steps of Meaford Hall. Dig the guitar and even headphones.

As I said, though, with the Scarecrow Invasion comes our departure from the Roebuck Campground and Meaford as a whole. Today it was about 60 degrees and a cool drizzle as I packed the flamingos for their trip south.

We started coming to Meaford in 1985 for holidays and vacations as the Martins moved from Grand Bend to be near Army buddies already here. And today will mark the end of five full summers here as we became the full time RVers. Time sure does march along quickly.

We have a lot of memories in the place from the last 26 years yet are looking forward to a new chapter as we follow Jo's dad and brother to Barrie which will become our new focal point in Ontario for the future.

And here is the Sideroad 22 which we have gone down a thousand times in the last few years and which we will go down the last time tomorrow.

Still just a hint of color in the trees but offset by the bright blue waters of Georgian Bay at the end of the road where the RV park is. The Flying Scotsman and its crew are headed off into the sunrise to the east and a new adventure for us all!