Yesterday I got lost in Mount Pleasant Cemetery. For nearly two hours.
After 90 minutes of cycling round-and-round this very beautiful, but labyrinthine, vortex of death, the gardeners were staring at me like I was at best a funeral crasher, at worst a pervy grief voyeur.
At one point I reflected on how ironic it would be if I actually died there. “Charlotte would’ve seen the funny side,” they’d say at my wake, clinking glasses mirthfully.
At least, as necrosis set in, I would’ve been comforted by the fact I was in exalted company, close to the resting grounds of Canada’s former prime minister William Lyon Mackenzie King and its first female surgeon Jennie Smillie-Robinson, along with Métis artist Youngfox and pianist Glenn Gould.
Who wouldn’t wish to spend their dying moments in one of North America’s finest arboretums?
The cemetery was my final stop (nearly literally) on a bike trip through the Evergreen Brickworks and Moore Park Ravine.
It was a typical sunny Toronto day in that the big, blue, Canadian sky had begged me to go and play outside.
Before reaching the cemetery I’d cycled a few laps of the brickworks’ secluded wildflower meadows, which are only just in earshot of city sirens.
Heading north, along the ravine track, I’d marvelled at the autumnal colours of the trees and how the only audible noise was a black squirrel munching on an acorn.
Getting lost in the cemetery kind of ruined my zen.
But I survived to tell the tale and share these iphone snaps of my voyage:
Here’s a map of my journey. Without meandering through the Brick Works or getting lost, like I did, it’s 12km one way.