I swear that I’m not a Trekkie. Really, I’m just a casual fan. It was a nice part of a childhood Saturday night – maybe we’d get a bit of pop with our supper, if we were lucky we’d make a pizza, and then we’d watch Star Trek before settling in for Hockey Night in Canada. That nostalgia may be the reason that every time I see the word “Barclay”, immediately this guy springs to mind.
OK, back to the content.
Barclay is another one of the dots on the map along Highway 11 that contribute to the municipality of Innisfil.
There is some other stuff in Barclay – the Innisfil municipal hall, a gas station, the Innisfil recreation centre that the Ontario Gaming Corporation has been promoting the heck out of in a not-so-subtle bid to convince Torontonians to build a casino downtown. But to my recollection Barclay is more a smattering of services than a little village that hugs Highway 11, like Churchill or Stroud.
Barclay is also home to the southern-most woodpile that I saw along Highway 11, although I think it was a result of someone logging their back forty rather than being a permanent local fixture like the woodpiles in that dot more northern communities.