One day in late April I decided to go out to the Chaudiere Falls, where the Ottawa River passes amid a group of islands, and the main channel is funneled through the waterfalls. A hydro dam today rings around the back of the falls. Much of the older buildings around the islands are slowly being removed. This first view looks downstream at the Chaudiere Bridge, with the Portage Bridge beyond it, and Parliament Hill in the distance.
Turning around gives us a view of the falls, a cascade that has a drop of fifteen metres. Chaudiere means cauldron or kettle, given to the place by Champlain, but the falls have a much older history in terms of interaction with First Nations peoples. It has only recently been re-opened to the public, hidden away from clear sight by industry.
I was at one platform area, but decided to get out to the main platform. That area was locked off, as it is during the winter, since it's closer to the falls and freezes up. I came back to the platform, and passed by a rather cranky Canada goose hissing at me from this grassy spot on the other side of a fence. I didn't see a nest; perhaps it just didn't like the look of me, and so hissing was involved.
I moved on, and the goose strutted around like it owned the place.
I came back for more views, and I'll show you more of that in the next two days.