A Walk Through Part of Old Boucherville

As you know, dear Readers, I take long walks with my dog, Zeke, almost every day.  It has given me the time to contemplate, enjoy, see, smell, hear and just be with my surroundings.  Sometimes we have to cross busy, noisy streets; but always with the intention of finding some new quiet pathway or park; or better yet, rediscovering something that I’ve known was there but just never really took the time to see and experience.

This is what happened on our last walk. I had decided to cross over to the riverside (which means walking for a short time on a less enjoyable path).  I had two options within a reasonable walking distance.  Walking along Fort St-Louis, which is one of the main boulevards in my neck of the woods and taking the “secret” passage, or crossing over Marie-Victorin, another main boulevard, which is a little busier and has no sidewalks for part of the way.  I chose the first to go and the second on my return trip.

This path went along “my” river (which I now know is called Sabrevois) and brought us over to the Louis-Hippolyte Lafontaine House in de la Broquerie Park in Old Boucherville.  This house has been standing since 1766,  was the birthplace of Louis-H. Lafontaine in 1807, and moved to its present location and classified as a historical monument in 1965.  It is funny how you can have a piece of history in your back yard and yet no nothing about it, having never taken the time to find out.  This caused me to Google him and the City of Boucherville and learn more.  There is still more reading to be done but for now, I post!

About 100 yards away lie the remains of the “Chateau” Sabrevois, built in 1735, then given to the Jesuits in 1887 and then renamed La Villa La Broquerie.  It was expanded over the years and between 1910 and 1952, became a retirement home considered the birthplace of closed pension plans in Canada.  Sadly, a fire destroyed the Villa in 1970 and this is all that remains, alongside a plaque explaining the particulars.

After our little historical stop, Zeke and I made our way towards the St. Lawrence River.  We spotted some wildlife, including this lovely guy, posing solo, and this pair of ducks!

Walking towards the marina and rowing club, we spotted this private dock.  What a fabulous place it must be to sit and watch the comings and goings on the river, with a view of the Boucherville Islands!

We continued on and arrived at the special ferry dock.  During the summer months, cyclists and pedestrians can be ferried across to the Islands, a Provincial Park, for the “modest” sum of $6.50; $2 off if you have a Provincial park pass….

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Ferry dock with view of Island

I then attempted to take a picture between the rails, figuring it would frame nicely and ended up cropping the rails out!  Makes the picture look quite panoramic, don’t you think?

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At this point, we decided to turn back home, this time walking along the bicycle path.  I made the mistake of going down to the docks at the rowing club.  Next thing I know, I hear “Splash!” as Monsieur Zeke decides this is a great place to jump off from!

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Just taking a dip

After sighing at Zeke, I decided to walk along the long dock and Zeke joined me.  There were many sticks floating around the dock which caught Zeke’s eye….

So next thing I know, in falls Zeke, head-first!  He attempted to get back up on the dock and no matter how much I tried to convince him to swim to the shore, he kept turning back to me.  So I grabbed him by the collard and hauled him up.  85 lbs of wet dog is NOT an easy task!

Just look at him sitting there like nothing happened!!!

Um... I may have fallen in the water!

Um… I may have fallen in the water!

Enjoying the Morning

I have quite the busy day today and I’m on a mission to get this body into better shape and fix this blasted shoulder and foot that have been causing me grief and keeping me away from the dojo.  There are only so many physiotherapist and chiropractor visits a person can take before realising nothing is really working.  So, I blew the dust off the old Wii and re-started the Yoga.  Laugh if you will, I care not!  It is a tool that is “forcing” me to slow down and take the time to stretch.  I can barely run in running shoes – barefoot, forget about it (this is why the dojo is being ignored by me!)  The shoulder pain is related to my fracture of over a year and a half ago!  Goes to show how one learns to deal with an injury thereby causing another.  Sigh… this getting older shit is really not fun!  Healing is much slower than it once was!

What I was trying to say above, before my case of verbal diarrhea, is that I had to get my walk with Zeke in early so I was out of the house by 7:45 this morning!  A vast improvement over the 9:00 it has been lately!  I was hoping I was still in the “Magical Hour” so beloved by photographers (I dare to actually put myself into that group, albeit of the amateur variety!) and was not disappointed.

Zeke, my faithful companion doesn’t really care what time we go out, as long as it is OUT!  Thought I’d share his most regal pose…

Just gonna stay here...

Just gonna stay here…

And off we went to the Industrial area – I know, again!

We had the usual stick throwing… Have I mentioned Zeke is NOT a retriever?  His fun is to chase after a stick, and make like a beaver, until I get close enough and then it’s grab and dash and catch me if you can!  Funny critter.

He is very patient with me as I practice what I learned in Joy  Sussman’s on-line  Photo Class – all the time!  Lines, perspectives, macros….  Really, you should check out her site but clicking the link.  She takes the most amazing photos!

Of course, I don’t spend ALL of my time with plants and things!  When I can, I get up close and personal with Zeke…

Another nice walk with my dog.  We should all be as exuberant as he!

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Where Does My River Go?

A little something different for you today.  A story, if you will…

There once was a girl and her dog.  Though it was not always so, they had become partners in adventures.  You see, when the dog first became a member of the family, he was meant to be for the children; or to be truthful, maybe, more for the man of the house as the dog was “his type of dog”, and for the first few years he was.  The boys took him for walks and so did the man of the house.  He took the dog for “Daddy Walks” which were much longer than the ones the boys did (most of the time) and always included a good brushing.  The girl (I really should say woman but for the purposes of this story, shall use girl) occasionally did as well but it was more of a rarity.

So then, how did the girl become the dog’s mistress?  Because, let me tell you, dear reader, he is definitely hers now!  Well, there was a change in her circumstances and she became a free agent, if you will, able to now do things on her own time…  So, starting in late Fall, she started taking the dog, Zeke was his name, on 45-90 minute walks.  They were on a journey of discovery (and let’s face it, the exercise would do them both good).  They had been living in this neighbourhood for just over five years and had never really explored it.  How much more pleasant is it to explore à deux?

And so it began, always with camera in hand as one never knows what one will see…

Every day they took a different route.  Oh, they did return to various places but never the same destination two days in a row.  On occasion, only on week-ends, they would be accompanied by the hubby.  This was a rare treat indeed.

Not totally frozen

Not totally frozen

On this particular day their intentions were to only make their way to the small park, where Zeke’s friend Nina can be found.  Sadly, she was not outside that day but they were greeted by a cacophony created by a treeful of birds!

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The day was so beautiful, they decided to extend their walk and made their way to the park. (You remember, the one they had discovered quite by accident? It had now become a regular destination.  Especially once they discovered there was a river!)

This time they arrived at the park on the opposite side.  Would you look at that?  There’s a bit of wall !  Wonder what is was used for?  Wonder where the rest of it went?  Was there a rest?

Oh look!  The river is totally frozen!  “Hmmm”, wondered the girl, “wonder where this river goes?  I know it has to eventually make its way to the St.Lawrence but how does it get there?”  Was the river frozen all the way?

“You think it’s safe, Zeke?”, she asked.  He looked at her with what she took as acquiescence and away they went, feeling adventurous.  At the start of the adventure there were footprints of all sorts but gradually, the human ones were fewer and fewer.

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Until the only ones to be seen were of the four-legged kind (andy maybe the two-legged-not-human)!

They fearlessly continued on their way, ducking – OK, maybe just the girl had to – under the branches of the trees and going around others.  Oh look! It’s an overpass!  She climbed up the side to see which overpass it was and then went back down.

“So? Should we go through?”  Zeke took a few steps in and the girl followed.  “Doesn’t seem too bad…”

She decided to go further.  The ice seems pretty thick here yet she heard water.  She moved forward, not noticing she was now alone on this part of the venture… The ice cracked at one point but held her weight.

She shuffled along tentatively and then, PLOP!  Her foot went right through!

She could see the running water quite clearly now.  She looked around for Zeke, to warn him…. Where was he?  There he was at the entrance, sitting, waiting, looking in at the fool who decided to keep on going!

I ain't goin' in there!

I ain’t goin’ in there!

She shook her head ruefully and said to Zeke: “Obviously, I should have heeded your warning…”  Thankfully her boots were waterproof!

They decided they’d had enough adventure for the day and would seek to find the rest of the river’s route another time.

Walking back, the girl noticed something quite peculiar, yet quite lovely.  Some kind person put a bit of summer for all to see.

Maybe it was put it there just for them!

Part Deux

Conclusión