Morningside Creek - in the light of day
I hope everyone is enjoying this recent spate of Scarborough treks, becuase it seems that's where I'll continue to be for the foreseeable future. I've sort of painted myself into a corner, having now completed every single waterway in town (at least all that show up on my trusty street map), save for a few remainders in the city's northeastern-most extremities. Of course, "wilderness" is not wholly confined to riparian areas - and I do plan to hit-up a couple more places outside the "realm of the riverine" before I put a bow on this project - but the creeks, brooks, streams, and rivers of Toronto are still, by and large, the main refuge of wild and untamed territory in this city...and now I've pretty well seen them all.
I've covered so much ground, in fact, that I'm beginning to re-cover places that I'd almost forgot I've already been to. Case in point, the upper end of the Morningside Creek. Back when I was deep in the throes of my
street signs phase, a few years ago, I recall trying to make my way from "Solitude Street," across the Morningside, to "Quality Place," just off Markham Road. My map (the same one I'm still using) implied that this should be no trouble, showing numerous trails and bridges which crossed the creek. However, I was at the end of a long day of street-signing, and by this time it was well after dark, and I found myself blindly wandering in circles for about an hour trying to find the path through the woods that led to the other side.
Well, it seems the Morningside had even more tricks in store for me today. Where I left off last time, just south of Seasons Drive (the street I should have took instead of looking for that path), the creek splits in two. So I decided to tackle the west branch first, then circle back down the east branch to end where I began. My map, again, showed a handy little path heading along the creek from Canoe Crescent to Oasis Boulevard. But, in the cold light of day, I could now see what the problem was: no more path, just a waste-high field of weeds! That's what you get for using a 10-year old map, I guess. But furthermore: no creek! Just this nice little stormwater pond, and a vague indent where it seemed the creek used to flow, but what signs now say is a trench for a petroleum pipeline:
Well, no matter. It's probably best I didn't have to wade through that sea of stinging nettle to document some trifling little trickle. Back down Seasons Drive, then, to head north up the bigger, more existant branch of the Morningside - only to encounter even more deception!:
A false fluvius! The creek, in fact, continues a little to the left where, of course, the accompanying path on my map is no longer there. So, not only do I have to wade through the weeds, in spots I also have to wade through the creek itself - a perfect time to learn that I apparently now have two large holes in the heels of both my boots!:
I now encounter the woods which had so vexed me all those years earlier. Ironically, it's in these woods where the only remnants of this alleged system of pathways remains, making for the easiest portion of my trip:
Out past Boulderbrook Drive now, possibly the last outpost of "urbanity" in my urban wilderness adventures:
[When bushwhacking through untamed territory, I always find it best to just keep moving and plow ahead at a pretty good pace. This helps to keep all the insects (and whatever else might be lurking around) well off and away from you. However, every once in a while it does pay to stop and have a look around - you never know what you might see...]
Approaching the CP crossing of the Havelock Subdivision - a modest little span, but a welcome sign of civilization in the midst of this hostile hinterland:
Past the bridge I push in a little further, but after suffering untold bites from bugs and stings from shrubs - and making such slow progress in this relatively short distance - I've had just about enough. I start to think that this was a section of creek I probably should have saved for the winter. But then I remember that I did, in fact, cover the last little portion up to Steeles this very winter while coming back from another trek along the Rouge! So, with that in mind, I head back along the railroad tracks assuming my day was done...:
...Just as head past Grackle Trail, though, I find that the Morningside has one last little surprise for me: the west branch does actually still exist - though just barely. So I follow it along through Hummingbird Park, and under the railway again, to where it finally fades away, somewhere between a marsh and a gravel pit, south of Passmore Ave: