My Musings at Ottawa’s Ski Hills

February 25, 2023

We sat outside on Adirondack chairs nursing a coffee in the sunshine. The temperature was around freezing. Next to us, young people drank beer, taking a break from snowboarding or downhill skiing. The flat valley at the bottom of the mountain buzzed with the young crowd, some people getting ready with rented skis while others picked up their skis leaning against the ski stands. It was a noisy atmosphere with laughter, and rock music blasting out of loudspeakers at the lodge.

I thought back to Covid times just a couple of years ago when we had to “distance ourselves” from each other and preferably avoid people altogether. This was the total opposite, with the crowd milling around with no masks nearby. What a pleasurable and positive change I thought!

John, a grizzled ski instructor, took our grandchildren for a ski lesson, their first time on skis; they live in Durham, NC with hardly an opportunity to ski. John introduced himself to the children and asked softly about their names, where they are from, and what other sports they play and enjoy. Then they went off to the “magic carpet” for their lesson (the magic carpet is a conveyor belt that takes beginner skiers up the hill while standing on it). We heard later the lesson started with skiing in a circle on one foot, pushing with the other foot. The upshot of the lesson was that the children came back and jumped on the ski lift accompanied by their father and aunt and came down on the steep hills with gusto, with maybe a fall of two.

The next day we tried to interest the grandchildren in other winter activities such as cross-country skiing and snowshoeing, which they found boring. And they lasted a short time tobogganing because they had to walk up the relatively short hill. So we changed plans and went back to downhill skiing the following day.

Emily, a high school senior, took the children for another downhill ski lesson the next day. The children bonded instantly with Emily when she explained she had two siblings the same age as they were. Emily took them up the ski lift and taught them to keep their skis parallel, and showed them how to turn. In two amazing lessons, the grandchildren, aged 13 and 9, were flying down the steep hills.

During the ski lesson, we took a walk along the hills and noticed the real estate development taking place around the slopes. There is a modern hotel and condos built that, we heard, were owner-occupied or rented, according to a woman walking a dog with whom we engaged in a conversation.

She had a strong accent, and I inquired where she was from. She proudly explained she came from Bosnia 17 years ago when she married her Canadian husband and started working in a café making sandwiches that she had never made before. That was surprising to me. I thought everybody knew how to make a sandwich, but she said she was a “professional woman” and perhaps she worked in an office back home. But she advanced her career and is a financial person at Carleton University today.

During the last seventeen years, she has become a true “Canadian”, she said. As an example of what she meant, she related that when she goes home, she tells people not to smoke in her presence. It took me a few minutes to digest this aspect of being a Canadian; I was not aware of it. To emphasize her point, she said that back in Bosnia, people tell her she is more Canadian now than Bosnian. She confided in us she has no intention of going back home. Considering that she has a Canadian husband with a good government job in Ottawa and a high school-age daughter here, it would make sense for her to carry on with her life here in Canada.

Although she had a place close by, she was not a skier. She was an immigrant and although some come from Europe, most immigrants to Canada are from China and India today, where skiing may not be popular and available to the extent it is available in Canada. I noticed perhaps a dozen Asians among the hundreds of skiers on the hills. This, of course, may change in the future as more immigrants become used to the local climate and culture.

We moved from Washington, DC to Ottawa in 1971 and had become keen skiers in no time; both downhill and cross-country. And our children took up all the winter sports. Having graduated from high school here, the children moved on and left the area. Their children have not had the opportunity to ski; except when they come to visit us. And this is how our grandchildren from Durham, NC came up and discovered downhill skiing this year. I am sure they are dreaming of coming back for more skiing.

The Death of the Single-Family Home on a Quarter-Acre Lot

February 3. 2023

The house on a quarter-acre lot, which has been the Canadian dream, is under vicious attack. The quarter-acre lot in planning terms is the R1 zone, which occupies over half of the land of Canadian cities. In Ottawa, the R1 zone occupies over 50% of the land; in Toronto, Calgary, Edmonton, and Vancouver, it is over 60%, while in Montreal it is 45%.

But the R1 zone is “exclusionary” cry social advocates, citing the shortage and unaffordability of housing, to absorb people arriving in Canada’s cities from the hinterland, and from abroad. R1 is the culprit and therefore, it must be eliminated to permit higher densities, putting two and three dwellings on the quarter-acre lot.

But how can the R1 zone be “exclusionary” when more than half of the land used in cities is zoned R1? To me, the word exclusionary conjures up images of elite golf clubs; high-end tennis clubs, and similar facilities with entrance requirements that a minority of people possess. And by a minority, we usually talk about the “top” five percent or even the top one percent of people.

In 2016, fifty-three percent of dwellings were single-family detached homes in the R1 zone in Canada, and I would not call this metric exclusionary. The rest of the Canadians live in apartments and condominiums.

I realize municipalities could use zoning for excluding certain groups of people by specifying  minimum lot and house sizes, which could make purchasing a house unaffordable for some people. It happened to blacks in parts of the United States (until it became illegal to do so), but I have seen nothing in Canada to illustrate that zoning has been used to exclude a specific group of people from a community.

I studied city planning at the University of North Carolina where Professor Chapin wrote and taught the classic and long-used textbook “Urban Land Use Planning”. According to him, zoning has been a tool to regulate development, generated by employment growth, creating a need for housing, schools, and commercial development.

We have been fortunate in Canada to date, being able to expand the urban boundaries of our metropolitan areas, to provide for growth and reasonably priced housing. Now, suddenly, we find that environmental concerns, greenbelts, and natural boundaries like water and mountains constrict some of our cities concurrent with our radically exploding immigration intake, creating an unprecedented demand for housing.

The government solution to the housing crisis is to densify our communities, and one approach is to permit the doubling or tripling of dwellings that occupy half the land of our cities. And that is the R1 zone. Conclusion: it has to be done away with. Ontario recently introduced legislation to triple the population of the R1 zone by allowing three dwellings on the quarter-acre lot instead of one, starting in the summer of 2023.

I think that by doing so, we’ll destroy some of our attractive and historical districts. Allowing three dwellings where there is one now will lead to a haphazard and unsightly streetscape. Instead of the usual one car per dwelling, we’ll have four of five cars on the same piece of land and lacking parking space on the quarter-acre lot, on the streets. Traffic will increase on roads designed for low-density residential districts. Schools will have to be renovated to serve more children on limited sites.

So, you ask, what is the solution for the burgeoning demand for additional housing? I think that we’ll have to develop some new towns and/or attract our future development into peripheral small towns around our metropolitan areas.

Failing that approach, I suggest that densification in our single-family communities should be allowed gradually in places where the installed infrastructure permits additional development, or until after governments build the required infrastructure.

But the demise of the single-family dwelling on a quarter-acre lot has already started. In my community, doubles have replaced single-family units. In one situation, someone purchased two lots, demolished the homes on the land, and constructed three units. These small-scale redevelopments, to date, have bordered our community, but I foresee some enterprising homeowners in the middle of our community replacing their dwellings with a duplex or triplex, creating increased traffic and destroying the family-oriented nature of the community.