Discarded building materials. Numerous species of wildlife. The odd quonset hut. Elements such as these make the Leslie Street Spit an oasis for the ever-curious, with a steady stream of discoveries waiting for unsuspecting walkers or cyclists.
Towards the western end of the spit, the main pathway along the north side narrows into a low bridge, where this sign instructs users on the proper state of excitement required if the need arises the turn the winch. The severity of the fine for turning with a calm, dignified manner is not posted.
Ways to expend any leftover manic energy include wandering by the cormorant nesting area to reenact key scenes from The Birds, running up and down the hill leading to the lighthouse at Vicki Keith Point, and reconstructing a building from the most recent pile of debris trucked in.
Photo by Jamie Bradburn