Nostalgic

With some beautiful weather I decided to do a ride a day and go places I haven't been for years.
For the first ride I thought a round trip to Garvey Park, the site of my old canoe club would be a good way to start the week.
Heading off around Burswood I cruised through the riverwalk path near the burswood ski area.
I was overawed by the peaceful serene natural wetlands. No sunlight touches the path the foliage is so thick.
There were observation areas with seats and I just had to stop, sit, listen and breath for a while.
How sweet the air was in there... Glorious.
The ride out of the riverwalk goes along a high scarp between river and highrise residential buildings. It is
grey brushed concrete and really beauthful and wide. Just the way a shared path should be.
the interesting thing was the gradient of the path was undulating. It was designed with a rise, followed by a flat section.
This is repeated all the way to the top. It made riding and viewing the beautiful river with the city background very easy. Ride the rise and view on the flat.
Of course coming down the other side I couldn't take m eyes from the the path. Going down was flat, decline, flat, decline for over and over for half a kilometre. As I picked up speed it set up an oscillation that was very uncomfortable. To overcome it I would sit up on the decline and lay back on the flat.
On to Ascot water with it pretty leafy green streets. It was quiet and felt like I was in an English village.
I found the path at the Garrat Road Bridge that ran alongside the river and Ascot racecourse.
Waves of erphoric memories came flooding back as this was once my favourite training area when I competed in kayaking. I slowed down and watched a young man slicing his K1 through the glassy water. Blades flashing in the sunlight. Swirls of water in the wake as he powers along.
Garvey Park was picturesque with the river right in front of the kiosk. I watched a couple of paddlers for a while before heading back. The Tonkin Highway bridge has a path on it to get to the other side of the river.
The Bayswater side path was a real eye opener with beautiful picnic areas with lush grass, stands of trees and of course perfectly close to the water's edge.
The only road on this side was up at the Maylands end to get onto the peninsula.
Then back home. I will definitely do this one again and take my camera.