Quite early one Sunday morning, we traveled down to the base of the city where Spadina and Front Street collide. Cautiously, we made our way around, then over, and finally up our incomplete playground. Hanging over the street on an unfinished balcony, we snapped a few images before making our laborious ascent.

Continuing onward and upward, something seemed off; although my aching legs told me otherwise, it didn't seem as though we were as high as we ought to have been. The sight of a vertical ship-ladder, usually a sign that our work was about to pay off, informed us instead of what I had feared - we were on the wrong roof.

After a few more quick snaps, it was time to re-trace our steps in order to achieve our lofty goal...

Peering over the edge of yet another balcony, I couldn't help but feel a bit of

Vertigo

...

As we surpassed adjacent condominiums, floor after floor, an absolutely stunning view of the city slowly began to emerge.

Finally at the (then) unfinished summit, we took a look at our old pointy friend to the east...

More stunning still was the westward view. This area seemed so beautifully under-developed and natural; the highway and train-tracks snaked their way into the horizon, and the clang of a streetcar could be heard as it crossed a bridge on Bathurst, far off in the distance.

After one last pause to cast a final westward eye, we made our hasty exit.

(To see the rest of the set of photos from this amazing height, as well as high-resolution versions of the images above, you may view the slide show below.)