Water, Anyone?

Not the nicest weather at the lake, but it was an interesting trip, if only for the sight of the swimming pool Mother Nature has installed in our side yard.

I’ve never seen flooding like this. Iain’s remark when looking at the road that runs between the two lakes was that it seemed to be just one lake, now.

The creek was running very high – the culverts could hardly handle all the water.
Today was beautiful and bright, and the waters had gone down a few inches, so it seems things will be alright.

On our way home, we saw a Northern Harrier and took a few pictures. This wasn’t our only bird sighting, just the coolest. The Song Sparrows are back at the lake, and seemed to be building a nest; and I saw a gorgeous Great Blue Heron just outside Renfrew.

A Short Visit

Port Hope is a nice place to visit, especially when you get to spend time with great people like Carl and Irene.  Five of us made the trip down for the weekend: Dodie, Myles, Jo, Iain and me, ostensibly to watch the “Float Your Fanny” fun, but really to just talk and eat, which is what we do best.



His name is Dibbley, and he is C&I's neighbour. Isn't he adorable?


The day was clear and a bit chilly, and we were happy to be on the sidelines watching, and not be participants in the race!

Really did need the hood.

The race ran very slowly this year, probably as a result of the lower-than-usual water levels.  We didn’t see anywhere near all of the entries. After watching for a while we headed home, stopping along the way to check out the fish ladder at the dam, where no salmon were jumping. Oh well.

These guys are getting their craft out of the river to portage around the dam.

Port Hope is full of lovely old buildings and structures.

This mill is near the dam.

The railway trestle is marked as being built in 1913! I wonder does anyone remember that this is their centennial?

Just snapped it while we were driving by.

Downtown Port Hope. Home of Ken Bell's store - awesome costume jewelry.

Lots of very impressive churches in Port Hope.

The view from the edge of Lake Ontario always humbles me: it could be an ocean, it looks so vast.


The water looks inviting.