Adventure



shades of high park
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Lately I’ve been spending a fair bit of time along the banks of Grenadier Pond in High Park taking video and snapping photos. Sunset by the pond is stunning. Milky mauve shades stretch across the water and dim as yellow leaves gather at the glowing shore. This latest favourite still photo I’ve captured reveals a fishing platform jutting out over the pond, a little slice of paradise among the giant trees that burst with autumn colour.

at the door - promise halloween
Happy Hallowe’en Toronto!

Six scary episodes of Spook in the City are online at blogTO including the latest, the hauntings of Colborne Lodge and Grenadier Pond in High Park.

Have a taste for more chilling ghost stories? Follow John and I as we take you to the scene of several high-profle hauntings in some of Toronto’s most historic places.

Prepare to be spooked!

The Distillery District

The Royal York’s Haunted Stairwell

The Royal York’s Haunted Hallway

The Royal York’s Crystal Ballroom


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Yesterday the Toronto International Film Festival prepared itself for the next wave of filmsters, opening up single ticket sales. I was impressed with the addition of a relatively quiet stand at Roy Thompson Hall to take the burden off the continually busy box offices at Manulife and College Park. However, I wasn’t so impressed when I walked down to RTH only to find the film I wanted to see had already sold out. Though I might be able to RUSH This Beautiful City, a film about the gentrification and friction between classes in Toronto’s Parkdale neighborhood, I’m doing my best to work facebook and craigslist angles to see what pops up first.

The festival starts today!

By the time Saturday rolled around I was getting pretty anxious to get over to the islands to see what was in store for the Wakestock’s 10th anniversary jam. We learned the hard way that the ferry is probably the worst way to get to Centre Island (the water taxi was only 10 bucks) but my friends and I waded through the lineup and got aboard a ferry within an hour.

Over at Centre Island things were heating up and getting messy. Kids were already passing out and Bud Light cans littered the grass. All eyes, however, were on the ladies at the Miss Reef bikini contest. When the drool contest was over, the winner was declared, then it was time for the crowd to shake it too.

It was sweet to hear De La Soul drop some beats from back in tha day.

They mixed it up and cranked out the energy, working the crowd until we all had our hands in the air and were yelling back the lyrics.

At one point the show stopped as we all heard a loud chainsaw rip through a tree branch to make some room for motocross riders. It didn’t go over well with De La Soul or their crowd, yelling ensued and the sawing stopped. Fortunately they did very little damage to the tree. This didn’t stop The Toronto Star and Torontoist from overblowing it and making it seem as though a giant tree came crashing down. If you wanna talk tragedy, the lack of recycling for 40,000 fans drinking beer or bottled water and throwing butts in the lake was a major mistake.

After all that shouting we deserved a drink and found a little marina for a break. Behind the building, a few boys who I’m sure were wakeboarders were winding down with a game of volleyball while one dirty boy was rolling around in the dirt with a big smile on his face. My girlfriends swapped some words with the hotties and left them to sweat it off. About an hour later, as we sailed slowly through the western channel we saw the boys racing toward us. They mooned us and sped off.

Five seconds later, a police boat with sirens wailing slammed through the channel too. We watched the police chase them across the lake and I swear they never caught up. I love watching the police boats race through the lake and that was one chase I’ll never forget.

Sunday promised new beginnings and an excellent round up of athletes in the wakeskate, railslide and wakeboard tricks finals but my girls and I were suffering from exhaustion and didn’t make it there until late afternoon.

As the sun fell over the Islands I was torn between listening to Lupe Fiasco on the main stage and watching the top four wakeboard finalists compete in the Malibu Boats Expression Session.


I couldn’t tear myself away from the tight competition though and stood screaming my ass off for Muskoka rider Rusty Malinoski in the final four. He nailed the tricks over and over showing incredible stamina, but it was Phillip Soven who impressed the judges with technical trick perfection. Andrew Atkinson (wakeboarder above) turned my head too. I loved watching these riders push the limits of the sport, trying all sorts of new combos including a shot at the first completed 1080 of the day.

About 40,000 people washed up on the Toronto Islands this past weekend for Wakestock’s biggest and messiest event ever. I got my adrenalin fill and learned a bit about wakeskating as well. For those willing to give it a shot I can attest the water’s warm now and if you get stuck on the island, like many of us did, you could always use one to paddle back to the city.

Thanks to to my ladies including Rachel Ford for shots two and five. Wanna read what people think about the tree branch controversy? Check out the comments on blogTO.


It’s gonna be a wet and chilly day out there Toronto. Try and make it special by doing something a little extra for yourself or your love(d ones) for Valentine’s.

Here are a few ideas, 416style:

Make your teeth sparkle.

Buy a bouquet of kumquats in Kensington Market.

Check out the new fitness facilities at 99 Sudbury.

Declare your love in the comments section of 416style and leave the page open on a shared computer.

Make your morning Eggo waffles into ooozy sweet tasting hearts.

Ask anybody who the new James Bond is and they’ll likely be able to answer, they’ll probably even add an opinion as to whether actor Daniel Craig will fill the famous Bond shoes, but ask anyone who Frank Pickersgill is and you’ll likely draw a blank stare. Pickersgill, however, is not very different than Bond, except that he was a real spy, and a hero, a Torontonian and didn’t sport the same kind of Bond bling. Frank fought for our country, during World War II, as part of a unique group called the SOE - Special Operations Executive - initiated by Winston Churchill.

To train this elite force Camp X was created, close to the shores of Whitby, Ontario. It was at this spy school, the largest in North America, that Canadian, American and English men and women were taught how to transmit messages secretly, kill silently, and how to handle interrogation if captured.

Ian Fleming was part of the spy school at Camp X, but space was limited so he was living on Avenue Road in Toronto and travelling to the school when necessary. It was while while living here in Toronto that the author penned his first book Casino Royale and named the character James Bond from a nearby church.

Fleming went onto great fame and success but not all of his comrades at Camp X were so lucky. Pickersgill was captured, and interrogated, on a couple different occasions. The first time he broke out by sawing out his cell window, using a blade baked into a loaf of bread. Years later, the Canadian spy parachuted into enemy-occupied France. Fellow SOE members drove into the Loire Valley to find him but all were intercepted and Pickersgill was taken back to prison. This time his escape through a second floor window didn’t end successfully. He was recaptured and later executed. A garden is dedicated in his honour on UofT’s campus.

It’s not the ending fellow Camp X alum Ian Fleming, creator of agent 007, would have written but it’s a story that deserves to be told out of respect to those who helped gain our freedom.

If Fleming were aiming for authenticity it may’ve been with a Canadian accent that we would hear the famous spy’s introduction: “Bond, James Bond” and Canadians would realize that their biggest heroes are not Hollywood-born.


roy thomson hall
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This one of my favourite stories, and one most people don’t believe….

One night a bunch of us were wasted at a friend’s place when we got a call that Tiga - Montreal superstar and owner of legendary nighclub Sona - was spinning at Roy Thomson Hall. What a venue! My friends were inside and said it was fantastic. Could we make it? It was my idea to try to do it and it seemed like everyone was game.

We got to the door at 3:30am and security was adamant they wouldn’t let any more people in. Think that was gonna stop us?Nearby we stumbled upon Metro Hall and someone had an epiphany - we were gonna “break in” by going underground.

Somehow we set off the alarms throughout the tower but nobody seemed to notice. Down below we made it to some food court and then decided the hallways to haul garbage were our way into the Hall. Now this wasn’t some Hollywood bank robbery - but we were surprisingly savvy for a bunch of drunk kids.

After a couple broken credit cards we jimmied our way into the long corridors, still with no one on our tail. A few minutes later we came around a bend and we were at the door opposite the party. This was one serious piece of steel though. We slammed and jumped and banged on the door but no one heard over the loud music, or maybe they just didn’t know how bad we wanted in.

Brett, my crazy actor buddy and partner in crime was standing beside me when we heard something coming around the corner. Big gulp!

Here’s where it gets Hollywood. Around that corner came two dobermans and a security guard running full speed ahead. We had no choice but to run! Someone yelled and we all bolted like we’d never done before. Crazy bit is, we didn’t know what was at the other end of the hallway we were running toward, but we kept going. It felt like forever. Finally we saw that the hallway led up some stairs. We hustled up them so fast and found two big sturdy doors. Full speed ahead.

We swung them wide open and found ourselves outside! Scott free! Does it get any better? I suppose we could’ve made it in to the party, but I still love running into that group of crazy friends and wonder what other adventures lay ahead. Next time I’ll tell you about catching a cab on the Gardiner.


Sometimes I really miss being a Toronto lifeguard, sitting by the cool pool as the sun feeds my soul. Best way to spend the summer I’d say. That is, if you remember to slather on the sunscreen. Good news is we can all enjoy Toronto’s public pools. As of the past weekend, 41 of 60 outdoor swimming pools opened across the city. Couldn’t be better timing. You can call 416-338-POOL to see if your neighbourhood pool is open.

My favourite time to go? During “extended hours”, when the pool extends opening hours until 11:45pm. Only a handful of pools offer this, and there are a few conditions: the temperature has to be 30C or over by 3pm with no chance for thunderstorms. It’s one of Toronto’s best-kept secrets (until now), and a great way to beat the heat before climbing into bed.

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