The Abandoned Talisman Mountain Resort: A Glimpse into its Past and Future
In the summer of 2024, Zenning with Zay & were in the area when I asked "I wonder if anything is still back there". So we did a u-turn to check it out! Nestled in the scenic Beaver Valley, the Talisman Mountain Resort once stood as a beacon for winter sports enthusiasts. This resort, which provided countless memories and thrilling experiences, is now remembered as the Abandoned Talisman Mountain Resort, a site rich in history and potential.
The Talisman Mountain Resort was originally opened in 1963, quickly becoming a favorite destination for skiing and other winter activities. Its location in Ontario, Canada, allowed it to offer spectacular views and challenging slopes, attracting visitors from all over. For decades, the resort thrived, expanding its facilities and gaining a reputation as a premier winter getaway.
However, financial difficulties began to plague the resort in the early 2000s. Despite efforts to revive its fortunes, the Talisman Mountain Resort was eventually closed in 2010. The once-bustling resort was left to the elements, its buildings and infrastructure succumbing to the passage of time. The Abandoned Talisman Mountain Resort became a symbol of lost opportunities and faded memories, with nature slowly reclaiming the land.
In recent years, interest in the site has been rekindled. Plans for future development are underway, aiming to breathe new life into the area. Developers envision transforming the abandoned resort into a vibrant community space, blending residential areas with recreational facilities. The project aims to respect the site's natural beauty while providing modern amenities and attractions. The potential for year-round activities, including hiking, mountain biking, and cultural events, is being explored.
The Abandoned Talisman Mountain Resort holds a special place in the hearts of many who experienced its heyday. Its story is one of both nostalgia and hope, as efforts to revitalize the area promise a bright future. The transformation of this once-forgotten resort is eagerly anticipated, signaling a new chapter in its storied history.
Sorry for missing your video RiddimRyder Photography I was cutting grass last night you were the best Erber in the world. Where is Erbex Opie been at these past few months please bring him back.
So many vivid memories here, my family had a hobby farm in Meaford – This is where I learned to Ski, my instructor was Rob and he taught me well enough that I could then, next season teach my neighbors kids. I remember riding on the two person lift sucking on Jolly Ranchers, the lift operator looked like the blonde actor from the White Fang TV series. I took photos with my Dads camera of the lift and of the tips if my skis pointing down Whipsaw. That spring, double march break 93 with the epic day when everyone could ski in T Shirts and a guy was playing guitar on the cafe balcony. I went back to TO and bragged about how good the Chili was until my friend Tom went there on his holiday and tried it. There was horseback riding and day camp in the summer. Inner tubes on the river, soft tub hot tubs behind the hotel. That tennis court is where I learned a two handed backhand like my favorite player, Agassi, and how it irritated my Dad who had already taught me a one handed backhand like his favorite player, Sampras 😉 I went back to learn how to snowboard in 96 and falling in love with that dented up Burton A55 I bought it off the rental shop and never used another board till 2021 (and even after all those head injuries I still remember all this crap) Like the guy named Oz who looked like a member of ZZ Top who was testing out a new fangled product on St Patricks Day called “parabolic skis” which caught on better than the “dog sled” boots I also saw tested there. One summer we stopped for a visit and I climbed to the top of Whipsaw. It felt as it probably does now in the summer: quiet, peaceful, filled with memories and a slight anxiety of realizing if a cougar appeared you’d be pretty screwed and those knock-off Converse high tops were probably not fit for the job just conpleted. My last visit was during the 99/00 season when I spent the day as a “big sister” to a little boy whos mother was trying to date my Dad. We skiied till closing time at sunset. That was the last time I was there. I still have the keychain, it all feels like it was yesterday.