Ontario

Tribag Mine

It was a warm August day and we decided to wander off from our campground in search of a place I had sought out once before.  It had eluded me then, but I was determined to have another look.

The Shoals Provincial Park

There was a skiff of snow on the ground as we rolled along Highway 101 and pulled up to the closed gates.  As we began walking along the road into the park, I thought back to my earlier visit to Greenwater Provincial Park and wondered if it would be as well preserved.

In little time we were greeted by a ruffled grouse, another similiarity to the aforementioned park.  I was suprised, however, to flush about 5 more before we left.

Greenwater Provincial Park

As one who frequents Provincial Parks for camping, when I heard that there were a few that had been closed, permanently, I knew I would have to take the opportunity to have a look at how nature reclaims these spaces.  I spend a lot of time in Gogama, and that seemed the perfect jumping-off point for a trip to the former Greenwater Provincial Park.  As it turns out, once wouldn't be enough.

Northern Raceway

It was a beautiful day while camping on the shores of Lake Superior when we hit the open road to do some exploring.  There were several targets on our list this fine day, but this was a chance find on Google Maps.

I was initially thrown off.  From the satellite photos, it seemed obvious that it was a race track.  Street View, however, showed a Young Drivers of Canada sign over the gate.  Apparently it was a driver training facility.  But there were grandstands...  Clearly this place had had at least two lives.

Pruce's Motor Inn

I cannot count the number of years, let alone the number of individual times, that I've passed this location and thought to myself, "I really should stop there at some point and have a look around".  Finally, I took the opportunity to do so on the long weekend of September.

Jackfish Ghost Town

As is often the case with these things, I wasn't completely sure as to the exact location of this town when I arrived.  In fact, I wasn't completely sure there was even anything left to see.  However, we were on vacation, we were in the area, give or take a few hundred kilometres, why not go take a look.

When we were close to the spot, I decided to park the truck and consider two possible directions we could begin hiking.  One seemed most likely, so I chose to eliminate the other first.  As it turns out, both were right.

Kingston Penitentiary

We arrived on a bright and sunny May morning, parked and proceeded to the front entrance to begin our tour.  My attention was initially distracted by the person positioned there to check me in and give me instructions before I noticed the sheer magnitude and domination of this entrance.  Of course, that was its design...  Instant intimidation of anyone entering through the massive doors.