In the west end of Brighton stood a carriage house built by the Bette’s family back in the mid 1800′s. All that is left now is a park, as the house burned to the ground a few years ago.The park that was put in its place was dedicated to a town counsellor.
Evidence of glaciation is everywhere. From drumlins, eskers and this massive boulder.
There is a small parking lot, with trails leading up to the boulder. Here is a picturesque stream along one of the trails.
Look for it north of Trenton on Highway 33, just minutes from the 401.
The blast we had for a couple days knocked down the volcanoes. They need to rebuild once again.
I went down to the park this morning, to see if there was a swell on the lake. Perhaps the volcanoes would be a erupting.
I couldn’t even see the road!
The winter weather has been a bit out of the ordinary this year. We still have ice from the ice storm of last month. It was slippery in the park, but with ice grippers on my boots and my cane, I fared well. I stopped at the Park Host parking lot, and headed to the shore. I had been thinking of coming down here on Tuesday when it was very cold and blustery, but stayed inside instead. I should have come down. The volcanoes would have been spewing their lava all day long!
Here is a photo of the three best I saw today. They would surely have been impressive to see in their glory. As the waves roar against the edge of the ice, the water is forced underneath the ice & when it finds a crack to escape, it shoots forth and forms a faux stratovolcano.
Here is a close up of the one in the middle. I’ll have to head back when it is windy to watch them in action.
As I was walking, the clouds moved in, and and it started to snow a bit. It was a dark and foreboding view, especially with the crepuscular rays shining through.
There was a light south-west breeze and the temperature was around -8°C.
After my walk, jog and hike in Presqu’ile, I was slowly driving out and saw a couple of Robins on the side of the road. Except one wasn’t a Robin… it was a Red-headed Woodpecker! Unfortunately, all I had with me was my little p&s Casio camera. I should have taken a couple of pictures anyway of the woodpecker on a tree next to the road. My DSLR was at home. I’ll have to put my DSLR in the car for occasions such as this.
I had scanned these photo’s some time ago, but somehow lost the scans. So I re-scanned them. Hopefully I won’t lose them again. Nothing was done to them, other than adding the names of everyone in the class.
Mom & Dad moved us from the Birch Cliff Heights Public School area in Scarborough to West Rouge in 1963. At the time, West Rouge (the west bank of the Rouge River) belonged to Pickering, but it was later annexed by Scarborough. We lived a very short walk to school at 138 Sunny Slope.
I look at my printing and spelling and just laugh, it was awful!
Grade 7 and 8 were spent at Woodlands Centennial School, which had just opened, then on to Dunbarton High School next door for Grades 9-13.