Fort Mississauga, Great Britain's answer to the United States repeatedly capturing and/or destroying Fort George during the War of 1812, presently resides on a golf course in the vacation paradise of Niagara-on-the-Lake, Ontario. It being 2015 when I visited, I was in my standard-for-being-in-Canada GPSless state (come to think of it, that was the same state in which I visited Manitoba in 2019), but fortunately, there were signs to show me the way to the fort of my desire. Plus, I had just visited the aforementioned Fort George, which is just down the road a piece from Fort Mississauga.

Getting to this fort was a bit confusing, in that it's on a golf course, and visitors are repeatedly admonished to not get in the way of the golfers...plus there wasn't really anywhere to park, if one was not a member of this particular golf club.

I eventually left my car in a small lot with a sign saying that I parked here at my own risk, because this lot was for employees of the golf course and all others will be towed...but a young couple pulled their car in next to mine, and we briefly commiserated about the lack of available parking. Niagara-on-the-Lake in August was positively throbbing with turistas, crawling locust-like along Front Street, the town's main drag of shoppes and restaurantes.

Not that I'm claiming any sort of moral ascendancy, because I was there as a tourist as well...only with a much more noble purpose than most: Starfort chroniclization.

After agreeing that we'd meet again in whatever passed for a jail in Niagara-on-the-Lake due to our mutually illicit parking, the young couple headed for the shoppes, and I crouched and darted onto the golf course. Though I saw very few golfers during the five-minute trip from the edge of the golf course to Fort Mississauga, I dashed from cover to cover, as though I were eluding German snipers in Normandy in June of 1944.

When I did reach Fort Mississauga, I was delighted to find a huge, imposing brick citadel, two relatively intact powder magazines and a sexy tunnel that led to a sally port, all surrounded with earthworks that were in surprisingly good shape.

There's a surprising amount of signing at what amounts to a pretty wee little fort, but much of that signing was in need of restoration when I visited...which you would see for yourself if you were to click on the links below to see each of these signs that I'm complaining so bitterly about:

Each of the pictures on this page (except for the map on the top right, just to make this 100% accurate) is a thumbnail, representing a larger picture on a page with further ruminations about my visit to Fort Mississauga. Won't you click on those in which you have interest to learn more? Of course you will.