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.
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.
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.