I found that on this visit I saw no significant changes from the last. At this point all of the color has disappeared from the grasses and deciduous trees in the area. Although it was quieter in terms of fauna, I believe it was because I visited on a fairly windy day. On my way down to my place I must have taken a wrong turn, leading me into a completely new section of Centennial woods that I have not seen yet, I ended up bush-wacking through some of the prairie grasses until I found the creek, then following the creek north west until I found my place. Thankfully, I found that my experience with the backcountry had come in handy. I couldn’t stay for long as it was starting to get dark, but I found that I am becoming more and more connected to my place each time I return.