It didn't take long to be seated, since numerous hangry diners ultimately chose speed of delivery over ambiance and atmosphere. In exchange for their relocation to a carb-dense establishment was our swift seating at a mildly unhygienic booth with suboptimal exposure to natural lighting.
Kimchi? Po Boy Tacos? Roti? It sounded as if I was reading a list of bar snacks from a well-known franchise like Earl's or Moxie's. Originalilty was found to be lacking, as was appearance when we the items finally arrived.
The easy, and obvious, solution to my photo-capturing woes would have been to opt for a patio table, where diffused lighting would be in abundance. But it is with great remorse that I profess: the plating of the individual elements was disorganized to begin with. Additionally, greasy edges and remnants of food left unwiped on the bottom side of the plates is completely unacceptable given the environment and target market of the restaurant. (How dare you commit a Wilcox with such a breathtaking view at your footsteps!)
The item that irked me the most was, unfortunately, my own order of Muskoka Smoked Trout Spring Salad. Perhaps it was my own fault that I forgot to request having salad dressing be placed on the side.
The once lively heaps of greens were heavily doused in an overly tart, stomach-lurching vinaigrette. Melon ball-sized spheres of goat cheese rolled in poppy seeds didn't impress either: they were excessively rich, but lacking in cheesiness. It was as if Brie had undergone a mutation that extracted flavour, smoothness, and moisture content, but added fat and a tacky aftertaste instead. Neither element paired well in my opinion.
Prior to the morning of our trip, I had endlessly pleaded my less active friends to join me on my brisk, photography-focused walk. They declined, confessing an earlier arrangement with friends or altogether denying the amusement of hiking, just for me to later unveil their spiteful betrayal through a mutual friend's social media feed. (You know who you are.)
Regardless, the short hike through Scout Valley Loop trail was made possible through the help of a fellow manga enthusiast.
Not a single section was uniform: small rocks, sudden drops in elevation, sand and gravel, soggy wood chips, boulders surrounded by twigs and fallen branches - the route was unbelievably varied for its location.
The sole portion that provided peace of mind was the initial stroll on dry, crunchy fallen leaves. Lofty trees shielded our eyes from the sun, which gently peaked through the shadows every now and often to illuminate items of interest to it. The air was crisp, confirming the arrival of fall.
The fact that the "Scenic Lookout Point" was nothing more than a deck with an entirely un-scenic view was a massive disappointment, but it didn't deter me from making the most of the hike.
Overall, it was a pleasant walk, albeit leaning more towards mundane greenery and shrubbery than wondrous natural scenery.