On the way to a meeting at the Township of Centre Wellington, Stephen and I got lost. I hadn’t done the mapping in advance and was relying on Blackberry Maps on Stephen’s handheld device. Out in the country, street addresses don’t work so well. We stopped for directions, and were told simply: go to the main street of Elora. It’s not a huge metropolis. As we drove into the village, we saw John parked on the side of main street, on his mobile phone, calling for directions. We were all late! There’s a lesson here for big city boys!
After our business was done, John had to head back to Toronto. Stephen and I took some leisure time to take in the sights. We walked south on Metcalf Street.
At the foot of Metcalf Street is Mill Street. Looking west, the road curves around, and the Elora Mill Inn is at the end.
On the east side of Mill Street, there’s an information centre. The lady there gave us a local map. She suggested crossing the Metcalf Street bridge south, and following the river west.
As we crossed the bridge, the scenic Grand River revealed itself. Continue reading “2008/09/24 Elora, and the Grand River by the Mill Inn“
