I spent the last couple of days of my holiday relaxing near home. I took a walk to the Oak Street Community Garden and then took some dogs to Lemoines Point.
On the way to the garden I heard this guy singing joyously.
There is a meeting coming up about growing an edible forest at this location.
A neat little house on Brant Street with a neat little garden.
Second family of the season? There were a couple of ducks with young ones.
A couple of cygnets.
The Vintage Kingston Facebook page posted this picture today. I recognized the house right away. It’s at the corner of West and King. Looks like a good Christmas card picture to me. 🙂
I returned home to Kingston along the splendid Thousand Islands Parkway, which leads to Gananoque. It follows the St. Lawrence River, and features a two lane recreational trail alongside.
Singer Castle (The sewing machine Singers).
Some of the Thousand Islands.
An unusual home.
Ivy Lea, with the Thousand Islands International Bridge and the Thousand Islands Tower in the background.
OK, we have done the Windmill and the Fort. Now we head off towards Brockville.
Heckofa name for the founder of a religious sect.
This is opening up as a venue for all kinds of businesses. I can’t remember what it used to be. Looks like a big school of some sort.
Scenes of Brockville.
Tomorrow: Home through the Thousand Islands.
Up on the ramparts looking at the largest blockhouse in Canada.
The black thing is a cannon ball oven. You put the cannon balls in the fire and wait until they are red hot and then shoot them at anything you want to set on fire, like a ship. There are red hot cannon ball picker uppers on the wall.
Now this place kind of horrified me. These are the living quarters for families, on the second floor of the blockhouse. Each bed has curtains around it, and that is the space for one family. The parents sleep on the top of the bed, the children sleep underneath. You could live like this for up to 10 years, but the government eventually gave you land in the town.
This outer hallway is a last ditch defense. There are windows one can shoot out of, but there are also hatches in the floor that you can open and shoot down, like the model at the end.
The fort was used for the War of 1812, the Upper Canada rebellion and the Fenian Raids.
This is where the officers were billetted, in a separate building in the fort grounds.
From the ramparts you can see the Ogdensburg-Prescott International Bridge.
On Friday I went to Prescott to see something I had wanted to see for a long time–the scene of the Battle of the Windmill, and then to Fort Wellington, also in Prescott.
The Shakespeare Gardens on the Prescott waterfront.
There is a lot of lighthouse imagery around, like in this building. The building that was the windmill, where the battle was, became a lighthouse later.
My father actually wrote a book (unpublished) about the Battle of the Windmill when I was a teenager and I always thought it was an interesting story, especially the character of Nils Von Shoultz. The whole thing was a bit of a disaster. A group of Americans came over, thinking they would be welcomed as liberators and were fought off and hung instead. Hmmmm–they could have learned their lesson that first time.
Apparently he is buried at St. Mary’s Cathedral here in Kingston. I’ll have to check it out.
A couple of examples of the gorgeous stonework used in Prescott architecture.
Tomorrow: Fort Wellington and Fenian Raids!
A couple of days ago, I decided to head to Gananoque via the scenic route. I went up to Burnt Hills Road, up to Seeley’s Bay, along Big Hill Road, Berryton Road and down 32. I really liked Berryton Road–very pretty.
The wildflowers have gotten pretty fried from the heat and lack of water. It’s been quite a while since a rain and there is none in the forecast.
North of Kingston is lake and cottage country.
Brass Point. The bridge was open for a boat to go through. There is a road that runs north and west of here, and back to Battersea Road, which I may explore sometime soon. I just noticed it on a map. Most roads north of Kingston don’t go through anywhere–they end at lakes.
All the above pictures are along Burnt Hills Road.
This trailer park, on Big Hill Road, just outside of Seeley’s Bay, is in a very pleasant location.
Along Berryton Road. More cows in the shade. This was Thursday and the heat wave broke the next morning, but although thunderstorms raged around Kingston, we were missed altogether.
This was outside Gananoque. It was interesting that there were all these seagulls sitting on fenceposts–to the right of the picture as well. Hmmmmmm.
Two last ones from Fairfield Park in Amherstview, where I went for a second time in the week, to take some dogs swimming. I have not been in Fairfield House, which is open as a museum, since I was in high school.
Tomorrow we do history in Prescott.
Going over a little bridge in the park, I looked down and noticed this. At first I wasn’t sure what it was, but then I noticed the shell. It was the mother of all snappers! This head was about 3″ wide and 5″ long! The shell was probably at least a foot!
Perth has an annual kilt run, which this very bonny little Smart Car is advertising.
These last four are at Narrows Lock on the way home.