Toronto calling

Do you ever get that feeling of the big city calling? This weekend was another one spent in Toronto, and something about this place keeps me coming back. Part of me hates the effort that one has to put in just to live here, for example, the need to watch out for drivers cutting in front of you at every corner, the queuing for something as simple as ice cream, and the "I will be there in 25 minutes, depending on traffic" routine. But deep inside of me, a voice is calling for the excitement and the energy that one does not get to feel in Ottawa, the city that goes to bed at five-thirty p.m.

We will see. If an exciting career opportunity brings me back to Toronto...

Barron Canyon - light team route

Camping on Opalescent Lake on the Barron Canyon route did not disappoint. I was part of a light team of four who drove to the park on Saturday morning and put-in at Brigham Lake in order to maximise the chances of getting two of the best campsites on Opalescent Lake for Saturday night. After a short P200* from the parking lot, a short paddle down a really shallow section of the river to Brigham Lake, and a P730, we were at Opalescent Lake. As it turned out, we managed to take over the reputed "flintstones" campsite from the people who were just about to leave when we got there at about half past twelve, and secured the campsite opposite it on the north shore of the lake as well. This campsite is one of a kind, as some people a long time ago must have decided to build this unique kitchen/fireplace out of rock, complete with seats for eight.


It was a beautiful day for a little paddle around the lake, and a swim, before the main group who put-in at Grand Lake early that morning after camping Friday night at Achray arrived later in the afternoon.


And by the way, we met pirates as we arrived on Opalescent Lake. Honest! They were flying the Jolly Roger and even put up a sail (although I think the wind was going the wrong way so they were have having a tough time paddling forward). They were headed for Cork Lake, which was going to be out of character with its usual quietude that night judging from the amount of Captain Morgan's they had with them. You probably won't believe me until I post a picture, so wait till I get my hands on one.

On Sunday, we took the P730 back to Brigham Lake, followed by a P100 and a P440 in quick succession past rapids into the Barron Canyon. There is a good rock outcrop about 1 km into the canyon on the north bank of the river to have lunch and swim. It is near where the Barron Canyon Trail runs above. This is where we basked in the sun and looked up the face of the canyon walls. After lunch, we continued on a leisurely tailwind-assisted paddle through the rest of the canyon and the flats beyond to the take-out at Squirrel Rapids. We were out of the water by 4 pm. Only the car shuttle remained.

*P200 is a portage of 200 metres.

Some facts about parking in Toronto

Think it's alright to park in a private garage without paying and displaying the necessary ticket on your dashboard? Think again. Even in a private garage, you can get a city ticket that comes with a $30 fine for "unauthorized parking on private property" (which includes parking without the required payment). If you get towed, you are liable for towing charges of up to $80 (regulated by the city), and it's unlikely the towing service will charge any less. In fact, you may be charged a "reasonable" fee for storage of your vehicle (like up to $20 per day) on top of that. So be forewarned, Toronto is a fine city.

Toronto City Roots Festival

The growing presence of the Toronto City Roots Festival (which is in its second year) is starting to be felt with more artistes participating and the lineup improving. It is ultimately a very grassroots festival, with many new performers striving to make an impression. The well-known, recently reunited and revitalised Parachute Club headlined Saturday's show, drawing most of the crowd that evening to the main stage. The Sisters of Sheynville (a.k.a. "Yiddish swing chick band") who played a little earlier in the evening at a different stage were eclectically colorful with their blonde reinvention of the Barry Sisters. The all female group consisted of double base, clarinet, drums, keyboard, and of course 2 vocalists. The whole yiddish thing didn't help me (because I like to understand the lyrics) but I am almost ashamed to admit this since they they were so enthusiatic about it and I really did enjoy the music very much.

The historic distillery district where the festival was held is also growing into its new identity, and is noticeably more settled in terms of character since I was last there when it first opened in 2003. It's an interesting location for music as the GO train and some goods trains run right by, making for a discordant and yet strangely charming inner city Torontoresque experience, gentrified though it may be. The old fermenting room which housed the main stage was an acoustic nightmare, but did make it feel like an authentically underground gig. www.torontocityroots.com www.thedistillerydistrict.com