Today seemed like a good day to dig up my old bike from the shed, and hit the road. After filling up the tires and oiling up the chain, this is exactly what I did — and once rolling, I headed down to the trail that runs along the grand river (between Cambridge and Paris). It was quiet out there today; I only saw a few cyclists, and one walker. Oh, and some fungus:

Of course, the main reason for the trip was to get a photo of the old mill which is on the banks of the grand river. Now, there are a few Old Mills in this area, but this one is somewhat isolated… unlike the others, which are in downtown Galt. There’s still a lot of the old structure left intact, including stone walls a couple stories high, windows and archways. No roof or timbers, though.

It’s become something of a camp-out hot spot… there are a number of fire pits, plenty of rusty cans and garbage, as well as some graffiti (courtesy of “THE CULT”).