Friday, April 6, 2018

Toronto Waterfront Trails & Tribulations

Music Garden, weird animals by me (beats another selfie)

Actually, it was a lovely perfect day, a long weekend day, Easter Friday.  It's a tradition for us, my husband, myself, and my brother to hop on the TTC from his condo and ride the rocket into downtown Toronto.  From there, the options are wide open.
This year, we disembarked from Union Station, headed due South, and hiked the waterfront trail westwards (and I do mean to use the word hike).  It was a fantastic day.
We had our first lunch stop at the Music Garden, where the brilliant aqua colours of the Muskoka Chairs invited us to park our bottoms for awhile; so there we sat, munched homemade pumpernickle bread, topped with gouda and brie cheeses, and, between bites, bloviated on the state of the world while watching the world go by.  It was warm enough to comfortably eat lunch, and cool enough to want to get moving again when we finished.

As usual, I ogled everybody's dogs.  Lots of frenchies, yorkies, and little dogs (appropriate, to the location), along with, surprisingly, the occassional lab or huskie accompanied by an camo-clad boot-footed human loaded up with fishing gear. Once or twice, I saw a suspected cousin to Sonic (island dog, carribean street dog--they have a certain 'look').    Sonic's Blog for the canine curious

But we also spent a lot of time ogling the yachts, the schooners, the riverboats, the ships, and the general marine environment of the docks.

Many boats still in their winter wraps, trees were brown sticks, the grass mudy tan, sky mostly grey, the water turquoise, so any spot of colour stood out.

Harbour Front Toronto

The Music Garden was all shape and structure, barren lawn, snaking branches, rustling golden grasses, we'd all but given up on flowers, until down in the mud I saw a spot of bright blue.  It was not a candy wrapper, it was Russian Squill or Scilla, tiny brilliant little blue bell like flowers. Now, our eyes primed, I found a handful of snowdrops, creamy white with lime dots, and then a patch of moon pale hellebores, a little tattered but luminous beneath a barren tree, spring has begun.

We ambled onwards and into Trillium Place, the newly landscaped and beautifully reclaimed Ontario Place parking lot. It now sports grassy rolling hills, native trees & shrubs, paved pathways, a curved iron firepit, a rock wall with caves.  We ate the remainder of lunch, bosc pears, seated on the rock wall. The view of the  skyline and lake was fabulous. The water was blue and flat, punctuated by a lone kayak, banana yellow.

Trillium Park and Toronto Skyline

And then we wandered into the abandoned zone of Ontario Place, not looking it's best, especially in the dead end of winter, but at it's heart, a little inlet, and a pond, with an artificial islet, and on that islet a pair of swans, building their nest.

I hope most of Ontario Place gets refurbished. Expo-67 was a time of great hope; the structures built then and still standing now reflect that.

Photo collage of Ontario Place structure (yes, the sticker was up there) & Toronto waterfront
you just can't get away from American Politics.

After Ontario Place, we continued west, a little less gracefully than before.  The sky continued gray. We watched pintail ducks diving, we sat on a bench within sight of Sunnyside Beach and the sugar white Palais Royale, the Mississauga skyline, Burlington, and even the stacks of Hamilton in far blue horizon.

Shivering in chill of the off-shore breezes, we ended our break and shambled-stiffly-northwards in search of food and seating. An hour later, we were in the rough-hewn walls of The Dogs Bollocks,where had a delicious and HUGE meal of fish and chips and escaped just as a rather young rowdy testosterone (and soon to be beer) fueled crowd flooded in.

We rode the rocket (yep, that the's cute word for Toronto Subway) to brothers home at the end of the line, and then onwards to my own place outside of the city.

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Jennifer Rose Phillip said...

I forgot they closed Ontario Place, spent many summer days there as a kid since it was cheaper than wonderland lol

you should try some street art, your sitting animals would make great wall murals :D

kaslkaos said...

It's still looking abandoned right now, but I think they are looking to revive things as a park (not amusement park). Last summer they had a few shops open and the grassy hills are very popular for lounging.
I think street art would be fun, I'd need to learn how to aim & fire a paint can, though. I do love looking at street art.

laurelei said...

You have a poetic soul, lovely lady. Thank you for bringing us with you on your search for spring. Thank you for the beauty, the pictures, the words, and the confirmation that the rest of the world is in agreement: Impeach Trump. I promise, we're working on it.

kaslkaos said...

Well met again, laurelei, thanks for copious bloglove, it's great to have a little party here.
I usually steer clear of politics, but it seems impossible these days. But yeah, I noticed you guys really are working it. I feel like I'm living in a 1970's sci-fi nowadays.

laurelei said...

HAHAHAHAHA! I agree completely. *Danger, Will Robinson!*

kaslkaos said...

You must be psychic, this line goes through my head often, the new earworm.


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