Black River (Ontario)

Black River may refer to several rivers by that name in the province of Ontario, Canada.

  • The Black River in Hastings County, Ontario joins the Moira River near Tweed, Ontario.
  • The Black River in York Regional Municipality, Ontario originates in the Oak Ridges Moraine and flows north to empty into Lake Simcoe. Agriculture is the most important use of the land in this river's watershed. In the spring, the water levels are high enough to allow pleasant canoeing and kayaking trips from Sutton. Bird viewing is excellent in April. The water flow is calm enough for beginners and families for canoe trips.
  • The Black River in Simcoe County, Ontario flows south and west from the Muskoka Region south of the Lake of Bays towards Washago, where it joins with the Green River, about a mile below Lake Couchiching, where the stream becomes the Severn River. It is a common misconception that the river flows into Lake Couchiching, which is not the case. This was a problem for lumbermen in the 1860s, who established the Rama Timber Transport Company, to move logs from the Black River to Lake Couchiching. This river is now used for recreational canoeing and kayaking. The Head River is a tributary of this river.
  • The Black River in Cochrane District, Ontario is a tributary of the Abitibi River.
  • The Black River in Thunder Bay District, Ontario flows from headwaters near Manitouwadge, Ontario to join the Pic River near its mouth on Lake Superior south of the town of Marathon, Ontario. There is a small hydroelectric plant on the river operated by the Pic River First Nation. Because, at one time, there were two competing lumber companies in the area, an elevated timber slide was built to divert one company's logs from the Black River over the Pic River, which was used to transport the logs of the other company.
  • The Black River in Kenora District, Ontario, which flows into the Lake of the Woods at 49° 29′ 57″ North 94° 11′ 42″ West

Famous quotes containing the words black and/or river:

    (The black stream, catching on a sunken rock,
    Flung backward on itself in one white wave,
    And the white water rode the black forever.
    Robert Frost (1874–1963)

    but we wish the river had another shore,
    some further range of delectable mountains,
    Robert Lowell (1917–1977)