I also found a fading mural on the far side of the mill that depicted scenes from Fenelon Falls past, featuring lumbermen, their activities and river scenes connected to the waterway 100 yards from the mill and where I stood.
The eyes of one bearded man seemed to follow me as I walked toward the neatly stacked rows of lumber.
I stared back and thought, I do have relatives in the area. I wonder if... ?
I went home with a trunkful of classic lumber and found more to look at than first imagined. A very good trip, I say.
Photos by GH
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