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rfmcdonaldLast month's trip into the southern Ontario countryside with the boyfriend and Frederick was rather fun: Even without the pleasures of their company, I was venturing into wholly unknown territory.
Hurontario Street is a long artery, running through Mississauga and Brampton before becoming Highway 10. It generally borders upon a grim stretch of strip malls until you get into attractive downtown Brampton, reverting to type once you leave Brampton. The countryside once you get out of Brampton is lovely, though.
We caught the Sunday flea market at the Caledon Fair Grounds. Items were acquired, food was bought, photos taken.
We went all the way to Orangeville, a community of roughly twenty thousand people an hour's drive northwest of Toronto. It's a quiet enough town with a well-preserved historic core where, painted on the entrance to a parking garage, there is a sequence of eight painted murals illustrating different events in the town's history. Six of these murals show events from that predate the 20th century. It's now perhaps most famous as the home of John Tory, Conservative MLA and party leader.
Unlike this writer, when we got to the small Scottish-settled community of Fergus we didn't tarry at the Highland Games. Admittedly, we missed the games. Instead, we went nature-watching.
The Elora Quarry is spectacular, all bedrock and water. It looks rather like it's from the Canadian Shield, I think.
Airplanes are big and loud, all the more visibly when you watch them a few dozen feet above you and the street just as they're about to land at Toronto Pearson International Airport.
Hurontario Street is a long artery, running through Mississauga and Brampton before becoming Highway 10. It generally borders upon a grim stretch of strip malls until you get into attractive downtown Brampton, reverting to type once you leave Brampton. The countryside once you get out of Brampton is lovely, though.
We caught the Sunday flea market at the Caledon Fair Grounds. Items were acquired, food was bought, photos taken.
We went all the way to Orangeville, a community of roughly twenty thousand people an hour's drive northwest of Toronto. It's a quiet enough town with a well-preserved historic core where, painted on the entrance to a parking garage, there is a sequence of eight painted murals illustrating different events in the town's history. Six of these murals show events from that predate the 20th century. It's now perhaps most famous as the home of John Tory, Conservative MLA and party leader.
Unlike this writer, when we got to the small Scottish-settled community of Fergus we didn't tarry at the Highland Games. Admittedly, we missed the games. Instead, we went nature-watching.
The Elora Quarry is spectacular, all bedrock and water. It looks rather like it's from the Canadian Shield, I think.
Airplanes are big and loud, all the more visibly when you watch them a few dozen feet above you and the street just as they're about to land at Toronto Pearson International Airport.
