Yesterday evening, not too long before sunset, we left the beach. We balled up our towels, collapsed our fancy beach chairs, took up and shook out the big beach blanket, trudged across the sand, and took the boardwalk to the main road. Once we were off the beach and into the greenery, the air was full of the scent of a humid country summer evening, plus a bit of marijuana smoke from someone nearby. As we walked the road between the trees, we could see to the right a lagoon with a quay and several boats tied up to it; to the left, just on the other side of a tall chain fence, the airport with its turboprop planes; and ahead, above the trees, tall buildings and the CN Tower, just across the harbour. And then we got to the ferry dock and waited.

No other city I’ve ever been to has such a sylvan, bucolic retreat just across water from the heart of town. Toronto Island (and its associated smaller islands) is a gem of parkland, carefree and car-free; within a half hour from downtown, with no driving involved, you can be swimming a great lake in cottage-country surroundings. And what makes it so are the ferries.


Boats that pass in the day

Toronto Island is a big bow, about 6 kilometres to walk end to end, and at each end there is a small gap from the mainland: a quarter of a kilometre at the east end, half that much at the west end. A century or so ago, the island was actually a peninsula, a spit of land connected – just barely – to the mainland. Then a big storm came and cut the neck of land in two. And since then, the gaps have been studiously maintained. As has ferry service.


You haven’t really done the Toronto tourist thing if you haven’t done this

The Toronto ferries are like bits of Disney, but in the real world. Millions of tourists and locals have taken the classic two-deckers with their wooden benches, the William Inglis, Sam McBride, and Thomas Rennie; at peak times in the summer, the century-old sidewheeler Trillium is also in service. As you arrive at – or leave from – the Centre Island ferry docks, it is like some treasure island in the Magic Kingdom. You lean on the wooden railing, look past the iron posts, walk the wooden stairs. Aina and I have taken friends on a ferry trip without even getting off it, just so they can ride the magic boat and see the exquisite view of the skyline.

And then there is the Ongiara.


Not much to look at

The Ongiara is the other ferry. The one the locals ride. The one that doesn’t go to the amusement park and picnic shelters on Centre Island. It services Ward’s Island – the east end of Toronto Island, a whole neighbourhood of little homes inhabited by a truly special sort of people (“crustier than a day-old baguette” is a description that may have been used more than once) – and Hanlan’s Point, the west end, with the best beach on the island, a lot of parkland, and not much else. The Billy Bishop Toronto City Centre Airport is there too, but it’s fenced off and has its own extremely short ferry ride (or you can take a tunnel now). Much of the time in the summer the Ongiara does a triangle route: mainland ferry docks to Ward’s Island, then across the harbour like a string on the bow of the island to Hanlan’s Point, and then back to the mainland, 15 minutes for each leg.


Going to the beach


Coming from the beach

The Ongiara has a different kind of magic. It is not Disney-ish. It can carry cars and trucks. Although vehicles are only allowed on the island if they have extremely good reasons to be there, the city does have maintenance vehicles and some of the eating establishments need deliveries too. So the Ongiara has one wide metal deck, with two narrow cabins, one on each side. In the summer, many beach-goers love standing on the deck, seeing the city view and the sky above, getting the occasional splash spray off the bow in their faces. In the winter, everyone is glad there are the cabins, with their long wooden benches and heating.


Not Disney


But even in the cabin, such a view

The Ongiara is no more authentic than the others – in fact, it’s the newest of the bunch, dating to 1964; the Rennie, McBride, and Inglis date to ’51, ’39, and ’35, respectively – but it’s what some people think of as “authentic” because it doesn’t seem like how one would do things for tourists or fiction. The others help you feel that you have passed a dreamy day that wasn’t quite real. The Ongiara helps you feel that you have passed a dreamy day that was more than real. You aren’t on the fantasy island tourist ferry; you’re on the boat back from the edge of the wilderness. You stand on its open metal deck with the towel-draped masses – or sit in its oil-smelling cabins, watching the view through the bus windows, or reading, or noticing the really quite large spider in the corner – and you have been let in on a locals’ secret, like the hole-in-the-wall joint that serves the best rotis in town or the little water’s-edge building with the only gyros you really want to eat. You’re there and it’s not fancy but it’s also not prepackaged and shrink-wrapped. You look up and see not scores of life vests packed into a ceiling but the great azure or ebony firmament. It’s like a music festival in a field instead of a concert in a pretty old concert hall.


Sometimes a lot of people


Sometimes not a lot of people

Even the name is different. The oldest ferry is named after the provincial flower, the trillium (a Latin-derived name), and the other three fancy boats are named after men of European descent, but this boat has a Mohawk name – or anyway a white rendition of a Mohawk name. The original is Onguiaahra, which means ‘neck of land cut in two’; it referred to the Niagara Peninsula, and is the source of the word Niagara. So it’s just that much more local – aside from not being in the Niagara region. There is, after all, a neck of land that was cut in two much closer by.

Ongiara is also the name of an album by a band called the Great Lake Swimmers. Which, given that it gets us to and from the beach where we swim in a Great Lake, seems perfectly appropriate.

4 responses to “Ongiara

  1. You have perfectly and beautifully captured the ferry experience. I have lived on the island for 21 years and at times feel jaded regarding the back and forth boat trips.
    Thank-you for making it fresh again!

  2. The Ongiara has been my winter and evening ferry
    for many moons now, but the best ferry in Toronto is definitely the Trillium: the oldest operating side-wheeler in North America (at least!), with a wonderful steam engine that you can watch from the main deck.

    The Trillium has none of the noise or judder that accompanies propeller-driven boats. Instead, she glides gracefully across the bay, like the belle
    of the ball.

    If you have never ridden the Trillium, go and do it some weekend,
    early afternoon, when there is a big ferry crowd,
    because that’s the only time it’s running this year.
    You will come back for more!

  3. Katherine Mann

    Lovely. I lived on Ward’s for fourteen years during the seventies and eighties. The Ongiara becomes an Islander’s best friend, especially in the winter.
    I remember particularly one Saturday in the winter of 71 or 72. Islanders were then in the habit of catching the Ongiara on its first run of the day – leaving Ward’s at 6:45. We headed to St Lawrence Market to buy a week’s groceries. This particular day as we were all headed home late in the morning the boat got stuck on the ice in the harbour. It was a long wait, but we all had fresh treats in our bags and something to drink. It was a great party. 🙂

  4. Ongiara was also the name of the yearbook for LaSalle Jr. High in Niagara Falls, NY. A great memory.

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