Screaming Heads

You won’t find any signs directing you to the location.

In fact you won’t even find any signs to confirm that you’ve arrived.  We had to trust the GPS that we had ‘found’ it … somewhere behind the wall of trees.

“It” is the home and multi-acre property of artist Peter Camani in Burk’s Falls – about a 3 hour drive north of Toronto.  Camani has transformed his property into a gallery of his art work – massive concrete sculptures rising out of the landscape.

The public is allowed to walk around the property – without charge – to explore the massive structures.  A donation box is located by the entrance/exit if you should wish to express your appreciation.

We visited on a cool but sunny day to discover a frisbee-golf tournament in play.  We were equally fascinated by the disc play as we were by the sculptures themselves.

Each golfer carried or pulled a bag containing their discs of various sizes and weight distribution. Each disc has a different purpose, much like the clubs in a traditional golfer’s bag. Discs often have the owner’s name / email address on them since, like golf balls, they can be lost or misidentified during play. 

The tournament organizers were given permission to use the Screaming Heads property for an annual tournament and this year was their 10th anniversary at this location.

I was told it’s a very popular venue and the tournament sells out each year.

Gilles accompanied me on this trip and we picked our way carefully around the fields trying to stay out of the way of the competitors – mindful of the occasional shouts of “FORE!”.

Since this place seems to be known only by word-of-mouth, you might be wondering how I learned about the Screaming Heads.

That blue basket hanging in the distance is a ‘goal’.

A few weeks ago BlogTO had an article describing the venue and I was intrigued enough to make the 3 hour drive to see it for myself.

It was totally worth it.

Thanks Gilles for taking my photo!!

The highlight of the day though involved neither screaming head or disc golf.  As we rounded a bend on the small country road, we encountered a moose, with a full set of antlers, trotting down the road at a brisk clip.

As I fumbled for my camera hoping to capture it, he turned onto another smaller road.  Although we were, at most, only a couple of car lengths behind him, he had disappeared.

I failed as a paparazzi.  Again.