Yay! Helen’s back!
For the entire month of February I’ve been in a holding pattern while Helen’s been in Portugal. Temperatures have been so spring-like that I’ve been chomping at the bit to get back out on the trail, so Helen had barely unpacked her suitcase and I was hauling her out for a hike.
While being out on the trail is a treat at any time, one of the things we love the most about cross-country trekking, is being able to visit the various communities we pass along the way.
Peterborough is one of those treasures.
Located about 125 km northeast of Toronto, this city of 82,000 boasts the world’s highest hydraulic lift lock.
This is Lock 21 on the Trent-Severn Waterway and it rises 20 metres from the bottom – that’s approximately 6 storeys.
Sadly, on this gray winter day, the waterway was still frozen and there was no boat activity to watch transfer through the lock. This engineering marvel has changed little since it was built in 1904 and although I’ve never seen this lock in operation, I would love to experience it from a boat one day.
To see this lock, we had to take a bit of a side trip. The Trans-Canada Trail crosses the canal at Lock 20, about a mile downstream. This lock is considerably smaller and the gates looked battered and derelict.
The trail through Peterborough was well-marked and easy to follow. Kudos Peterborough! We appreciated it.
As we left the city streets to enter the rail trail, we could see evidence of its origins still scarring the road.
We had so much to catch up on with each other, that before we knew it, we had chatted our way to the end of the Peterborough Trail and were entering the Lang-Hastings Trail.
A few more kilometres in, we turned around and headed back to our car and thermos of hot chocolate.
We’ve often noted that a trail can look very different depending on the direction you are moving in. This happened to us again on this day when we noticed a western boot and apparel store that we had completely failed to notice on our way out.
How could we have missed the giant red boots marking the driveway?
… but these boots aren’t made for walking, so we kept on moving along.