A walk is a beautiful thing. It has been praised by many who write. We walk for exercise, to sight see, to commune with nature.We walk for the necessity of getting from one place to another. We walk with our children, our dogs, our friends and loved ones. We walk for the peace and some walk for the challenge. In the space of our lives we traverse a variety of terrain and from this we learn life lessons.
|I began my walk atop Fort Henry Hill.|
|The view from whence I came. This is where Lake Ontario meets the St. Lawrence River, and where the Thousand Islands begin.|
We walk to and fro, we pace until that firmament that is our mind has cleared the clouds of judgement.
|I used to row in high school. I took a moment to remember this bridge which we rowed under to get from the bay to the lake. It is so low that we had to lay back to fit underneath!|
|A peek at the historic cannons lining the waterfront.|
|The old limestone wall surrounding the old stables of Fort Frontenac.|
|Kingston has many plaques.|
|Wolfe Island, one of the Thousand Islands, is also full of history and just a twenty minute ferry ride from downtown Kingston.|
|looking at the beautiful window displays and buying books and chocolate!|
|Again, the old meets the new.|
|An artist's alley. Note the iron laundry.|
|Kingston is said to be the most haunted city in Canada.|
|It is said that this limestone passage way is haunted....|