Sunday turned nice and computers were turned off and left at home for a trip to (what feels like) the most remote part of Toronto: the beach along the Scarborough Bluffs. We started at the Guild Inn and made our way down an old abandoned road to the lake. You can trace our route on this Gmaps Pedometer map (a wonderful Google maps application where you can plot out a route and see how long it is). The road was likely once open to cars but today is only used by pedestrians, cyclists and service vehicles that construct and maintain the elaborate breakwall. We walked nearly 3 kilometers down the beach, and discovered some public works ruins — a rare find in Toronto — that felt a bit like the end of Planet of the Apes when Charlton Heston finds the head of the Statue of Liberty on a beach, under some sandy cliffs.
Quite a bit of work is going on along a portion of the beach, with chunks of concrete and rebar laying around, waiting — we assumed — to be turned into more of the neat and tidy breakwall that ran until this point.
Toronto’s most dangerous beach with rebar sticking out of the water, or worse, pointing upwards just under the surface.
As we rounded the corner, we heard what sounded like a waterfall. We found one, but not the kind we imagined, though the water did look clear and did not foam. The Planet of the Apes hunk of concrete appears to have once been attached to the sewer coming out of the bluffs.
The beaches along here are not regularly cleaned, but they are remarkably debris-free. Some over-packaging from Canadian Tire was one of the larger chunks.
Another strange and mysterious chunk of concrete.
Above, the roof of an old car or truck lays half buried. Beyond is more empty beach. Surrounded by a metropolitan population of 4.5 million people, we passed just 7 of them on our 5km round-trip, even though we were just on the edge of the city. Had we continued, we could have made it to the mouth of Highland creek where the next access point to civilization and the real world is located.