The Kissing Bridge Trail

We have been steadily progressing eastwards on the Trans-Canada Trail since July, but for a change of pace, we decided to head in the opposite direction.  The portion of the trail we had in our sights was the Kissing Bridge Trail, located northwest of Toronto.

Obviously, the big attraction on this trail is a bridge … the West Montrose Covered Bridge,  to be exact … and it is the last remaining wooden, covered bridge in Ontario.

This came as a bit of a surprise to me, because I didn’t realize there even was one in our province.

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Completed in 1881, the single-lane bridge has had several major restorations over the years, but continues to support local traffic.  Until the 1950s, oil lamps were lit inside the bridge overnight, but now the interior is lit by electrical bulbs.

Kissing Bridge

You are likely wondering how it got the moniker “The Kissing Bridge”.  The story has it that within the relative privacy – and darkness – of the bridge, couples were known to stop and steal a kiss away from prying eyes.

However, this was just the beginning of our day.

This area is farm country, and for the next couple of hours, the trail took us past one large farm after another.



Maybe it’s just the city girl talking, but aren’t all those silos just a little phallic?


There was a bone-chilling northwest wind that dropped the temperature to the freezing mark. We had wisely planned our day to head out into the wind and return with it at our back.  With the wind blowing unchecked across the open fields, we were grateful for our layers of clothing, hats, and gloves.

Sadly, before this day was over, I would lose one of my favourite gloves.  Do you ever wonder about that one glove found abandoned?  Somewhere its owner is likely mourning its loss.


Distances can be deceiving on a long flat straightaway.  At one point when we discussed turning around, we decided to keep walking “a few more minutes” until we reached the domes “just up on the right”.

Forty minutes later we reached our target.

Although we still aren’t clear on what *biogas power generation* means, the smell alone suggested we might want to move along without further exploration.



This area has long been settled by German Mennonites from Pennsylvania, and their horse and buggies continue to be a regular sight on local roads.

In addition to crossing the Kissing Bridge, catching a photo of a horse and buggy passing by was the highlight of my day.


It almost makes up for the lost glove.


  1. Sorry about the lost glove. I HATE when that happens to me (I would much rather lose both gloves rather than just one)! Once again your photos are stunning…and as Janis states, ‘quite sexy’!


    • It seems to me that I’m losing/misplacing more things lately. I’m thinking I have to slow down a bit. Have you ever noticed you only lose things that are important to you? 😕

      I’m glad so many people are now sharing my view of silos. Farms will never be viewed the same way again 😉


  2. *Sniggers*

    I had a very brief stint as librarian at an agricultural college just after I retired and had to deliver literature searching classes to final year students based on their assignment topics. I had no clue what any of the titles meant until I saw the word biofuel and seized on that one to use for my examples. I learned that agriculture is complicated!


    • I’ve always had a bit of a romanticized idea of life on a farm, which I know is very inaccurate. It’s a boatload of work – in all seasons – and as you say, much more complicated than we can imagine.

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  3. I can see the farmers out comparing their silos now 😉 ….always loved the Kissing Bridge. Used to be a BnB right next to it. Always wanted to stay there and finally the time was right…and it had become a private residence again. Drat!


  4. LOL! I love silos and these are wonderful. I’m not sure I would have seen those silos as phallic symbols or not, but lemme tell while in Arches National Park one year after days of seeing the Hoodoo’s they began looking like Phallic symbols to me and I was ready to get home to He-Man. Theresa my traveling photographer companion still teases me over that. 🙂

    Oh, I feel your pain over the lost glove. Been there done that! I carry two pairs most the time since losing a favorite glove on a trail somewhere.
    I’ve also lost two favorite pairs of sunglasses, a headlamp, and close up filter. In addition to skinned knees and torn pants. 😦 The trail has claimed too many trophies from me.
    I’m bet the people that found all but the one pair of sunglasses that went over the cliff on the upper Yosemite trail are wondering how I lost them, but hopefully whoever found or finds them can use them. Well not the single glove, but the other stuff. 🙂


    • Unfortunately the trail has claimed a few things from me too. I guess that’s the price we have to pay to spend time outdoors. Sooner or later stuff gets dropped or inadvertently left behind … and that’s not counting the 3 hiking poles I’ve broken.

      I laughed out loud at your story about the Hoodoo’s. It’s funny how the mind can draw a relationship 😉 I was fine until I caught a silhouette in my viewfinder. After that, I couldn’t shake it 😉

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    • I’m never really sure how much detail I should get into about where we are. Many of my readers don’t really know Southern Ontario so it wouldn’t mean anything to them.

      I’m trying to figure out how to add more little maps to show where we were. I think that might be more informative.


  5. LOL! The silos do look a little phallic. I will never look at them the same way again! Love the barn, bridge, horse and buggy. The biogas domes interest me. I wonder what they are using. Great post!


  6. So great to see scenes from my old stomping grounds. Until you mentioned it, I never considered a silo to look phallic. Now, of course, I will forever think of you when I see a farm! Thanks. I think. 😉


  7. I am so directionally challenged I had to look up what was NW of Toronto and discovered this is near Waterloo which of course makes sense since you saw a horse and buggy it being in Mennonite country. It is lovely country down thataway and good eats, too. Have you been to the St. Jacobs market? There’s a place to wear yoga pants. Whenever I see silos I think of that movie with Harrison Ford – Witness – and now that you mention it, I shall evermore think of phalluses. Or is it phallusi?


    • HAHAHA!!! Phallusi!! 🤣

      I have been to St Jacob’s Market on a few occasions – in fact I was there the day before it burned down a few years ago.
      Eventually we will be passing through the St Jacob’s area on the TCT.

      … and yes, I’ve seen the movie Witness with Harrison Ford. I don’t think the critics liked it, but I did. Harrison Ford. Need I say more? 😉

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  8. Love the ‘Kissing Bridge’ – I fell in love with covered bridges on my trip to New England as you never see anything like that here. And how come you were walking? I thought you were cycling this trail? Or is it a mixture of hikes and bikes? As for the German Mennonites I have learned something new today. Never heard of them. Are they similar to the Amish people? And do they in fact speak German?


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