I set out on an October Sunday morning, ready to begin what I knew was going to be an adventure. Although I had many kilometres between me and my goal, I was eager to begin, and even more eager to arrive. While I was discounting the long drive there as merely an obstacle, I would eventually realize that it was as important as the destination.
It was nearing the end of October which, around here, traditionally means you can't count on the weather anymore. From this point forward any attempt at predictability goes out the window, and Mother Nature makes obscene gestures at the well-learned meteorologists who try to understand what she's doing. Despite that, or perhaps because of it, I set out to chase down one particular abandonment I feared may not survive the coming winter.
I received word that I would be granted access to the Bay Lower subway station, and the incomplete Queen Lower streetcar station. My daughter and I took the day off, grabbed our camera gear and with no shortage of anticipation, made our 4-hour journey into Toronto. We found a place to park and made our way to the Bay Street station where we waited for the lady from the TTC who would be our guide. Moments afterward, she arrived and ushered us through the gates. Small though it may seem, I have to admit to a little rush of glee and going past the turnstiles without paying.