Progreston Falls .. Again!

We went back to Progreston Falls again, for a quick visit to take another look at this beauty in Carlisle.

This area is so peaceful and has a very nostalgic feel to it.  The last time I had photographed the falls from a very unique angle off the left bank while perched on a 45 degree angle!


I find though that getting lower by using the metal staircase will give you a clearer access point to take a good shot, without risking your life or getting wet..  Of course please be careful, as in any waterfall area you never know what to expect.  I found that the best defense is to buy a good pair of rubber boots with solid traction, at least.  I wear hunting boots with vulcanized rubber and have warm neoprene lining and adjustable straps so this is a very good choice when you're buying a pair.



Respect this particular waterfall as I do believe it is designated as private property.  You will find an interesting history with Carlisle.  (search this blog for 'Progreston Falls-Carlisle').

Forks of the Credit Provincial Park

 

A few more pictures to add of the Forks of Credit Provincial Park.  This park offers a different kind of twist to your usual hiking experience.  Normally when hiking, you travel through forested areas, but this hike was mostly through fields and meadows (my fave!) that surrounds the mouth of a beautiful gorge.

 So there's a variety that's all its own!  You've got staircases along the gorge to challenge yourself as well as the Credit River to enjoy.  There are ruins to explore, waterfalls to photograph and hills to climb, with meadows to enjoy. 

There were families everywhere enjoying this popular hiking destination.  Kids were running along the paths where the grass grew well over their heads.  

This time of year the butterflies are heading to Mexico, where they tend to make their way south.  It's hard to believe that Monarchs can actually make their way there and come back in the spring.  Their lifespan can actually do this for 2 to 3 generations.  Amazing little creatures aren't they? 


I don't usually stand still long enough to catch a glimpse of the variety of birds that have made their homes in the trees here.  There are grass snakes that slither among the trails too, so watch out for them!


The waterfalls, are lovely, and you can take a nice trek down the stairs that bring you closer to the river.  Once back up again, you can rest overlooking Kettle Lake.  The lake was created by glaciers 10,000 years ago.   I will come back again to try and explore more of the trails again.  If you ever get a chance to go, its in Caledon just off Highway 10.  Its a little bit of a distance from the main highway, but I promise you, its worth the search!

R.C. Harris Water Filtration Plant

You might think that looking at a building that filters the city's water supply from the lake would probably look very functional and maybe austere, but then you wouldn't be looking at Toronto's R.C. Harris Filtration Plant.  Ronald Caldwell Harris, was a one-time commissioner of works and city engineer in Toronto.  We take the purification of our drinking water for granted today, but you know it took decades to achieve this.  Associated with the filtration plant, is a 3-kilometre rock tunnel into the lake, a supply tunnel about 20 metres below street level, that stretches across the city, and several reservoirs.  From the filtration plant you can view the Toronto skyline.  You can get here, just off of the Waterfront trail, a little west of Fallingbrook Drive on Toronto's lake shore south of Queen Street east, you will see the Art Deco (1930's) stylized exterior of the Filtration Plant, which serves a functional purpose and is aesthetically beautiful too. (Note: They are doing some renovations / restructuring to the Plant, so pictures do not show top form.)

R.C. Harris Filtration Plant

So beautiful in fact, its appeared in countless movies and TV shows as well as referred to in the words written by Micahel Ondatjee "Skin of the Lion" (see other references of the book in "Bloor/Castlefrank Subway" in this blog).  There was a time that you could take tours inside the building to see the process in action, but this all stopped after the security changes from the aftermath of September 11 ('9-11').

Looking in .. on the outside

Getting to the plant from the beach below is a bit of a climb up, but I learned that the hard way. I saw an old cement staircase that was suspended on the hill, unattached and inundated with graffiti. I climbed up alone, and realized half way up I was more or less stuck.  Imagine the slope was so steep, I literally rested myself against a deeply rooted tree from head to foot, leaning on a 45 degree angle.  Below me was a good 30 metre drop and above me was another 15, so I took a chance.  At my age I should know better, but as long as I am able, I'll probably still continue to find myself between self induced rock spots and hard places!

The climb up...

I pushed off from the comfort of the tree trunk and fell forward to the dark soiled ground and clawed my way to the closest tree root to hang on too.  Found one and used it (hoping it wouldn't give way), and pulled myself ever closer to the top.  Root after secured tree root, I made it exhausted, dirty and safe.  While dusting myself off, a resident of the house who lived on top looked over at me and I looked out at the view below and said, "well that was uneventful..." to which he replied, 'You know just a few metres down the beach is a walkway to the Harris Plant, it probably would have been a lot easier"...we both laughed.  So now you now.  Even if there are no more tours inside, you can still get up close and personal on the outside.

Heads Up: I spoke to the City Superintendent who oversees the Plant operations, who told me that every year in May they have an open house to the public, which gets booked up quickly.  Keep checking for availabilities if interested in the early summer.

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On a much sadder note: If you happen to visit this portion of the waterfront trail on the beach front, you may find a memorial for two brothers, aged 17 and 22 that drowned  Sunday August 5th in Lake Ontario.  Full Story posted here   

Cresentwood Park / Toronto Hunt Club

Just west of 'Rosetta's Gardens' is the Toronto Hunt Club which purchased the property in 1895.  The property, which extends from Kingston Road to the lake shore hasn't been used in hunting activities since the 1930's when it became a private golf club.

I spoke to the Vice President of the Hunt Club to ask him a few questions about membership and whether I could take some pictures inside.  He told me a basic membership was $39,000 / per year!  He also mentioned that the 'Hunt Club' had put millions of dollars into cleaning up and revamping the lake front and the results were so good, others followed suit as an example.  So we wanted to have a peek at the 'modeled' beaches at the base of the bluffs to see how it looked.  

 We slid down the side of a very steep embankment (south end of Warden Avenue), roughly 30 metres down, followed by a few men who told me to 'take my time'.  It was smooth in some places, with the odd flat landing to rest before continuing.  Obviously going the right way, (as others were doing the same thing), I was pretty scared doing this (and I don't scare easily).  This was a private beach area so this would explain the unusual challenge getting to it.  I wouldn't be coming back up this way because I have already planned my route out to check out the R.C. Harris Filtration Plant west of here.

wha?

Finally at the bottom, we see shoreline, pristine beaches, a few scattered sunbathers, some rock piles, and no wait...what are they wearing? What is everyone not wearing is a better question?  It would seem entering west of Cresentwood Park and into the shoreline that followed, I was overdressed!  Quickly I put away my camera so they wouldn't think I was creeping them!  

looks kinda sad to me

The Vice President at the Hunt Club, must have forgotten to mention this to me....:)
Off note: The pictures for the Toronto Hunt Club will come at a later date.  Busy season (no doubt.. :)