Arrr, Davey me boy, that be whar the Capt'n be hidin' 'is booty. An' aye'll be a-takin' that there map if ye'll be a good lad an' jus' 'and it over nice and slow like ...

What really fascinates me with these old maps is the gaps, the missing stories that are all out there, somewhere, and tell us a bit about who we are and how we got here. For example ...

• Why is D-Line the boundary of the old Consession C? Con-D is pretty clearly bounded by the Parkway to Oliphant ... isn't it?
• When and how and why did 'Sable' become 'Sauble'?
• Notice how what's now the video/convenience store was once the Sable Post Office, right next to the Sable Falls Mill ... what happened to that Mill? Are there any photos around? Presumably that was the downtown way back when, so what happened that it all just vanished back into the bush?

Years ago a friend of mine from down in Tara told us how he enjoyed canoe trips up the various rivers here in the SBP, and how each journal was punctuated by staying in the abandoned buildings of villages forgotten by time once the travellers shifted off the waterways and on to the highways. Paul said time was the teens held their field-parties in these places (that would be an unplugged pre-digital 'rave' to you younger readers, something you might deftly bring up with your parents when they forbid you to go out to those places ... and sadly one of the many things I missed out on of the special joys of rural living having arrived here too late in life) -- he described one such party site as being reached by way of a tunnel through an ever decreasing ceiling of trees to eventually open up at a large ruin where the party lasted 'til dawn -- now there's a magical establishing-shot, right here in our backyard, just like a scene out of Big Fish!

Wait now just a dad-blasted second here, let me take a look at that map again. What in tarnation is this:

Clearly there that's the Sauble nee Sable River in the top-right, the Hepworth-backroad extending to the Lakeshore as 6th Ave just below it, and our current Main Street dashed in between the Con and the D just above where Bannister Park meets the little lake, so I'm pretty darn sure of my geo-locations here ...

So where'd that freakin' island come from?

Right there, off the map on the left, labelled XIV you can't miss it, it's there.

And not just any little piddlin' Chief's Point sort of cottage-sized clump of rock, that's a pretty substantial multi-lot assignment whole-of-downtown sized sizable slab of real estate!

So ... like ... someone do tell: where did it go?