Roasted Chestnuts!
I'm at the Port Colborne Museum Olde Time Christmas Festival.
I am:
25. Awkward. Aloof.
I live in:
Toronto, ON
I work as a:
Heritage Planner
I adventure with:
Bismarck (Lab/Husky/Trouble)
Good Friends (Oldest, Dearest)
New Friends (Maybe you?)
I read a lot of:
Science Fiction
Travel Adventure
Food Science
Trail Guides
Email:
lauren.r.archer@gmail.com
Twitter:
@laurenarcher
I'm at the Port Colborne Museum Olde Time Christmas Festival.
Natural Heritage:
Built Heritage:
Cultural Heritage:
Chocolate:
The four pillars. Enroute to my hometown, I decided to take a pit stop at one of my favourite places to hike as a kid.
I also ran into this group of kayakers, the sort who when they see this:
Think "Let's run the falls."
More on Ball's Falls at Ontario Trails
And at the Niagara Peninsula Conservation Authority
Cold Splinters continues to be a constant source of inspiration.
I bought a bunch of leeks for soup, and a bushel of applies to make all sorts of things with.
Today I went for a three hour walk up the Etobicoke River, starting where it empties into Lake Ontario, but without a specific destination. I had never walked that far up the river, always preferring to stay close to the lake, so I wasn't sure what to expect.
Almost two hours in I found my destination: A designated concrete bowstring bridge, a treat for someone like me. (The heritage register I am responsible for has three such bridges.)
I've realized I can only be truly comfortable near a large body of water. I guess it comes from growing up on the Great Lakes.
Found in an Exteriors and Interiors of the 1920's plan book.
In search of a parka that suits both the maple bush and ski slope. Fjällräven's Crinan Jacket fits the bill.
“I haven’t got any special religion this morning. My God is the God of Walkers. If you walk hard enough, you probably don’t need any other God.”
By sun, spray & crisp autumn winds. (Toronto got the long end of the stick, I guess.)
(I spy a Rolex Submariner?)