Cycling Fun: Discovering Humber Bay, Toronto

My Humber Bay biking route

When many of my non-Hamilton friends think of Hamilton, they conjure up visions of the steel mills, the smog and pollution, grimy, dirty…visions like this:

Stelco steel mills in Hamilton loom behind neighbourhoods in the east end of the city, Nov. 23, 2005. HANS DERYK/TORONTO STAR FILE PHOTO

But after living there for almost thirteen years, I can truly say that Hamilton has some absolutely beautiful locations, awesome parks, and amazing cycling trails!  The bike paths are one of the things I’ve been really missing since my move to Toronto almost two months ago.

As a Hamiltonian, I held similar mistaken beliefs about Toronto.  Not necessarily involving steel mills and the like, but I did think of Toronto as too loud and too busy, not a place I’d want to live. Aside from my friends, I assumed Torontonians were unfriendly and unapproachable. I liked my quiet little corner of Hamilton, a short bike ride away from the waterfront and various biking and hiking trails.

I was wrong about TO.

Downtown of course, where I have spent many hours working, IS busy, loud and obnoxious at times. But when you get away from that, you find little quiet corners, just like my Hamilton existence.

Until last week, I hadn’t had much of a chance to go exploring due to a sprained ankle, an injury I sustained during my move. (THAT is a story unto itself.  Let’s just say I have had many people tell me that breaking it would have allowed for easier healing and I find myself agreeing!)

I have spent over a month babying it, wrapping it in tensor bandages and avoiding any strenuous exercise that would potentially re-injure it.

Last week, though, I *finally* took out my bike! I planned a slow, meandering ride and I wore an ankle support to ensure maximum protection. I was out for a couple of hours and I discovered that not only is my new apartment incredibly close to the waterfront, but there are also nearby beautiful areas in the Humber Bay that are so green and so quiet that I can almost forget that I’m actually in the big city! I discovered beaches that appeared to be almost coastal…all I was missing was the salty air!  (Well, and the amount of sea life that one finds along a seashore that doesn’t exist along the shores of Lake Ontario.)

I have much more exploring to do, but the Humber Bay absolutely blew me away and I found myself taking loads of pictures, trying to capture the experience!!

This was one of the better pictures I could find that shows Humber Bay as I found it the other day

Obviously, I didn’t take that one 😉 but I did take a load of shots while I cycled through the area, from one end to the other!

It was odd to be on this bridge. It is just south of the Gardiner expressway and I passed it hundreds of times during my commute to work. Noticed it often, never thought I’d be spending time on it 😉

My first view of the Humber Bay…

One of the coolest Addams Family inspired bird houses ever!

One interesting area that I didn’t spend much time investigating is the Humber Bay Butterfly Garden.  They have an area of wildflowers and wild grasses, lovely winding paths and benches, along with educational signage about the various butterflies who inhabit the area. Such a beautiful idea!  I definitely have to go back and spend a bit of time there.

Stopping at a second bridge along the way

Mom, this pic is for you! (You too, Deb!)

Initially, I found myself at the marina, which bordered a section of condominiums and other tall buildings.  Although one could argue that the condo section of the trail wasn’t as quiet and relaxing as the beaches and grassy peninsulas jutting out into the lake, the gardening and landscaping was immaculate.  Still worth the trip! 

While I hanging around the manicured section of the trail, I struck up a conversation with an elderly gentleman who was sitting on a nearby bench, enjoying the day. At the same time, there was a nearby sail boat that was prepping to depart the marina and I heard the man in charge telling the group on board that as the day went on, they could take the helm, they just had to ask. It sounded as though he were taking the group out for a sailing lesson, and I admit I was a bit jealous. 🙂

The older man on the bench commenting on the boat as it left the dock, wondering why there was such a good-sized group on board and I told him what I had overheard, adding that sailing was something I would like to try sometime.

He smiled and said in this fragile, wispy voice, “You could probably do that here, if they’re offering lessons.  What would that cost? Probably $5 or so.” 

I nodded and REALLY wished I could learn to sail for such a small amount!

My traditional self-portrait

There are numerous “fingers” such as this one, jutting out into the lake, many of them with fire pits at the tip, like a “fingernail” 😉


The first fire pit I noticed. 

From what I can tell via Google, fires are illegal at Humber Bay. Yet, during my two-hour ride, I came across at least half a dozen or more.  Many of them were not hidden, they were built in obvious picnic areas so I assumed they were acceptable.

My first view of Toronto Downtown…Yep, I am definitely far from the downtown craziness!


An East Coast shot…this could be a shoreline in Nova Scotia


Another nice look-how-far-away-the-city-is shot!


Another lovely yet illegal fire pit!





A lovely picnicking area where I scared the hell out of a family of groundhogs! Oops!


A good number of swans live in the area. Awesome animals that encompass majestic and awkward all at the same time! 😉


One of the few beaches where I saw people swimming.


So, here are my thoughts about swimming in Lake Ontario.

I would love to!  To live so close to a large body of water is perfect on hot days BUT in the years I have lived here, I have never swam in the lake. I have walked barefoot in ankle-deep water, but nope, no swimming.

I have read on the Toronto websites that they test the waters at the various beaches every day for pollutants and announce whether they are safe or not.  They even have a phone number you can call to get updates before you head out for a day at the beach, which is incredibly helpful.

But here’s my concern….if the water was too polluted yesterday, and it happens that it’s also not safe to swim tomorrow, why the heck would I swim there today?  Perhaps the unsafe days are few and far between, I don’t have enough experience with the testing and safe/unsafe declarations to know for sure, but that doesn’t make me want to go swimming.  And if one beach at one end of the city is unsafe, are the others down shoreline sometimes declared the opposite?  How so?  It’s the same water.

I once heard a metaphor to explain this whole phenomenon and it made me laugh.  If I went to a pool and saw someone peeing at one end, I’m not apt to jump in the other end thinking “well it’s clean at THIS end”.  It’s the same pool!

I really wish I felt comfortable swimming in the lake but I think for now, ankle-deep is about it for me.

Ok, rant mode off!




A beautiful compass built in memorial of the 1985 Air India bombing.


I had a lovely ride and was beyond ecstatic to find a green sanctuary away from the bricks and concrete that layer our daily life.  I see picnics and relaxing days listening to the waves in my near future!


Living in Toronto – Month #1

I have lived in the city of Toronto for about a month now and I have really been enjoying it.  Mostly. 

There are some little things that I need to get used to but they aren’t so overwhelming that they overly colour my experience in a negative fashion.  They ARE worth blogging about though, if not just for the entertainment factor.

One of the big things that requires some adjustment is the proximity to my neighbours.  Well, I’d love to be able to adjust *their* proximity, but unfortunately it’s me that needs to get used to things.

I spent the last ten years living in an attic on the third floor of a house. I was far enough from my neighbours, and high enough that unless someone had a telescope in one of the highrises downtown and blocks away, there were no prying eyes in my windows.

Now, both my bedroom and my bathroom windows open to a view on my neighbours brick wall…which is about three or four feet away.  Their bathroom window is placed in line with mine so if we both crank them wide open, we can see into each other’s washrooms, wave at each other, share a bar of soap if one of us runs out…

Okay, I haven’t really waved or done the soap thing…or actually met them at all…but you see what I’m getting at.  These things *could* happen!

The other lovely thing about our washroom windows being peeping buddies is that we can pretty much hear everything going on!

Rustling shower curtains, the loooong Austin Powers pee.

You know, when you think strangers can hear you, you even fart differently!  The whole “let ‘er rip” freedom is lost.

The other problem with being on the ground floor, that I didn’t realize would be an issue, is my sense of safety.  The years I spent living alone in my attic abode, I felt incredibly safe.  I was three floors up.  Any psycho would have to bypass many other chaos causing opportunities, and be quite good at rappelling, to get up to my window.  Prior to that, I lived in a townhouse, attached to others on both sides, with a fenced in backyard, as well as a third floor apartment during college.

But now I’m on the ground floor.  A person can pretty much just walk up and take a peek if they wish. Sounds a little paranoid?  Yeah, I know. I’m not one to subscribe to the culture of fear that our media seems to like portraying every day in our newspapers but rational thought doesn’t figure in to it when you’re home alone and you wake up at 2am to some strange noise that sounds like someone taking a pee right outside your window!  (Granted, THAT could be my neighbour *actually* in their washroom…in which case, I’m just going to have to get used to it!)

Oh, and on that note, can I just add…

Wind chimes are EVIL!  They are all laughter and light during the day but once the sun goes down, they tap into every primal fear, every scary thought you have ever had!

Some of the creepiest moments in my new apartment have been due to my evil wind chimes.

EVIL Wind chimes!

You can’t tell me you haven’t experienced it….

It’s silent around the house.  You’ve just been roused from sleep by a creaking floorboard.  Omigod, is there someone in the house with you???

You listen intently.


Not a whisper.  Even the air is still.

You sigh. Curl up under your warm duvet, hug your pillow and tell yourself that you’re being silly.

And then…

You hear the slight, very slight, tinkling of the wind chime in your kitchen.

Your heart jumps into your throat!!!! And you KNOW.  You just KNOW that every monster that ever hid under your bed is hovering outside your bedroom door just waiting for you to nod off.

It’s an open door for soul-sucking monsters and you promise yourself that in the morning, that wind chime will be in the rubbish bin!

So you sleep…sort of.  One eye open and all that.  Weird dreams, tossing, turning.  You see 3am, and 4am…5am…and then as the sun just starts to rise and lighten the day, you nod off and grab a heavenly 45 minutes of sleep.

First action item of the morning? To dispose of the evil Wind Chime from Hell!  But in the sunlight, it just looks so pretty and sounds so lovely…oozes such innocence that you convince yourself, “Pshaw! There’s no evil here. Look how lovely and pretty….”

You’ve lost the battle.

So what else have I learned in Toronto throughout my first month?

Well, there are a few things…

AstroTurf makes a great easy-to-care-for lawn…

Real grass or no?

But obvious seams give it all away!

Astro turf seam or ant trail?

Papasan Chairs work as garden decor!

Bracket fungus is COOL! (Okay, I already knew this, but I needed some type of heading so I could include this picture!)

Centipedes are CREEPY and like to live in my kitchen sink!

Fred the Centipede helping me figure out Ikea directions

***Centipede Community News Bulletin: Creepy or not, it must be mentioned that centipedes eat all the other pests that annoy us…flies, moths, even spiders (this particular meal doesn’t make me overly happy because spiders also have a job to do!).  So, if you are able to get over the creep factor (which I’m able to do somewhat so far because I don’t actually see them THAT often) and if your many-legged friends are able to keep well-hidden, they are actually kind of helpful.

I have found that naming our centipede has helped. Fred has appeared in my sink twice and we have removed him…twice. As long as they stay the same size, I will continue to believe that it is always Fred returning to the scene as any thoughts entertaining the idea that there is more than one in my house cause me to run screaming like a banshee. ***


Nova Scotia Donairs CAN be made outside Nova Scotia and still be orgasmically delicious!

Nova Scotian flag on the Danforth! A little taste of home!

Awesome donairs made by the guys at The FuzzBox on the Danforth!!

And on a final note….I’d like to introduce two new members of our family!

Spike and Priscilla

I have managed to kill many a plant in my lifetime, but Priscilla especially is touted as a practically unkillable ZZ Plant!  

We shall see…..

Meandering to Montreal – Day 1

On Friday, my friend Michael and I hit the road in a lovely rental car.  Our goal? Montreal, Quebec!

Packing the car!

We left Toronto fairly early and planned for a 5-6 hour drive.  Our arrival time wasn’t set in stone so we took the opportunity to meander through some little towns on the way.

Brockville was our first stop.  When we first pulled off the highway, I have to say it didn’t look like much…that is, until we crossed the border into Brockville’s lovely Historic Downtown.  Some of the homes were absolutely gorgeous!

Brockville City Hall was also quite a handsome building…

We wandered around the downtown area for a little bit, debating where to grab some lunch and thankfully, we chose Taits Bakery!

Lunch was simple…a tuna salad sandwich…but my god, it was amazing! As a bakery, they obviously make their own breads and I have to say that although their tuna salad was lovely,  it was the bread that made the sandwich!

Their bread selection was awesome and their name and descriptions…well, they speak for themselves…

Other portions of the downtown area seemed somewhat dated…

Hmmm...did they simply cut off her lower half, pushing the vacuum around? 😉

Or just odd…

Welcome to Brockville's Marina!....And airport?

Overall, Brockville surprised us.  Quaint, with friendly people and a lovely inviting downtown.

We stopped in a couple of other small communities…but Ill let Michael sum up our reactions:

Iroquois, ON - *blink blink* Ooops, we missed it!

Morrisburg, ON…*hiss* Just…no.
Driving into Montreal was exciting…partly because of the various unidentifiable vehicles we saw on the road…such as this one:

The picture doesn’t represent the true size (or lack of size) of this … car?  It was so small and close to the ground that I wondered if the driver was posed Batman-esque, laying on their stomach, facing forward with their head under the dash.  Unfortunately, they veered onto an off-ramp before we could get a closer look…Batman’s neon-orange cousin shall remain forever a mystery!

Kayaking and Camping (Trailer-ing?) on the Ottawa River

Last weekend, I travelled up to northern-ish Ontario with B’s mom.  I say northern-ish because beyond North Bay and Matawa, there is much more Northern Ontario to discover.  In my case though, it was the most north I have ever been.

As we drove north, it was awesome to see the forest shifting from mainly deciduous to mainly evergreen trees.  Outcroppings of stone became more common as we entered the Canadian Shield and at times I wondered how the forests managed to remain so lush when the soil seemed so thin at points.

We were headed to a community near Matawa but on our way, we decided to take a detour and drive into Algonquin Park.  I had never been, and I suppose although I can technically say I have now, I still haven’t experienced the park fully.  I was given a good taste of what’s to come though.

We drove to Barron Canyon and words can’t describe the beauty.  Perhaps a picture can.

Barron Canyon, East side of Algonquin Park

The white speck on the water is actually a canoe carrying two people down the river.  I was glad they were there as I took the picture.  Helped to emphasize the immensity of the canyon…and of course, made me want to plan a kayak trip down that river at some point in the future.

The hike up to the canyon is incredibly short; a circular path that is about 1.5km long, with about one-third of it meandering along the edge of the cliff.  When I say along the edge, I mean that literally.  There were warning signs all over the trails reminding hikers that there were no fences, just an open cliff and a long drop.  Somewhat scary, but spectacular as well.

We also saw many mushrooms along the trail. Many I had seen before but one stood out…

We arrived on site fairly late on the Friday evening so kayaking had to wait until Saturday.

The first morning, I woke up to a camper’s best friend in the whole, wide world!

…which perked me right up! 🙂


Kayaking on the Ottawa river was absolutely lovely!  On one side, you have the mountainous landscape of Quebec (well, mountainous to those like me who have never actually seen a “mountain” lol) and on the other you have the very similar, yet somehow flatter, landscape of Ontario.

Our first trip out was on an overcast morning.  Mist was rising from the trees but my camera was sadly unable to truly capture the beauty of the moment….ah well…I tried.

Quebecois mist!

In the few days we stayed up north, we took out the kayaks four or five times.  I took a good number of pictures, but also managed to balance that with many tranquil moments of simply experiencing first hand rather than from behind the lens.

Here is a slideshow of some of my shots from our various expeditions:
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We also came across some creepy things that I *must* share.

1) One experience, that was creepy yet absolutely awesome, was that as we kayaked around a bend, we began to notice a smell and we agreed there was definitely something dead nearby.  That wasn’t the awesome part. What was magnificent was that we suddenly came upon three turkey vultures almost at the water’s edge enjoying their lunch which was in all probability what we were smelling.  I didn’t actually see them until I heard a deep *whoosh* as the first one took to the sky.  The two remaining vultures hesitated but also abandoned their food.  The only sound was their wings as they sliced through the humid air.  It was the most incredible, yet creepy sound.  They perched silently among the treetops above us and quietly watched until we had moved off a good distance.  Only then did they return to their meal.

2) The second creepy thing…was this:

It seemed to peek out as we moved past and it wasn’t until we were well beyond it that I turned around to see that it was simply the roots of a fallen tree.

3) Third creepy thing?

No, not me!  The owl!

There was a whole shelf of these owls at a little store in Matawa.  Their gaze is creepy enough but they are also bobble-headed and, once batteries are inserted, they react to motion to keep other birds away.

4) Creepiness at an antique store…greeted us at the door!

5) The creepy finale

This is a women’s washroom in Matawa.  It’s a tiny town so I guess everyone knows each other *really* well????


I really had a great time and I have to say that although I could barely move my arms after the last paddle due to headwinds and strong currents, my love for kayaking hasn’t dimmed in the slightest!

St Lawrence Islands National Park: another item off my Life List

Recently, I spent a weekend visiting with friends in Gananoque, Ontario.  Well, technically we were out on one of the Thousand Islands, an archipelago of islands in the St Lawrence River that is near the U.S.-Canada border.

I actually spent a week at the same cottage last year and had a blast!  Little did I know until this past weekend visit, that a Canadian National Park was hiding, just around the corner from us!

If you haven’t seen it yet, I maintain a Life List…or a Bucket List (I just don’t like to call it that!)…or two lists rather; one lists all the things I want to do and experience in my life and the second notes all the places I would like to go.

A huge portion of the Places To Go list is dedicated to our Canadian National Parks, all of which I would like to visit at some point, so you can imagine that discovering that a national park was a short boat ride away was quite exciting!

St Lawrence Islands National Park is an absolutely amazing and beautiful park!  Sadly, I was only able to visit one island this time around and, considering there are 21 islands, I most definitely have to go back!  I’m not really sure that I can actually claim a *visit* since 1 of 21 means I haven’t seen much of the park.

But it’s a start…and it was lovely!

Cycling around the Hamilton Harbour

As I re-cycle this route and perfect it, I am updating this post.  June 7, 2011 was the first time I cycled around the Hamilton Harbour.  June 15, 2011 was the second time.  You’ll find each trip listed below with links to the maps of the various roads and trails I took.

June 7, 2011

Last Sunday, I took my cycling to a new level and decided to attempt a 35km route I had mapped out a few weeks back.  My goal was to tackle the route by the end of June but my cycling had been going so well that I felt ready to try it out now.  It was an absolutely awesome cycling route! Tough hilly areas, gorgeous scenery, lakefront and beachfront views…not to mention a nice mix of city streets, and off-road (gravel and paved) trails.  There were also some issues including major potholes and dead ends that weren’t present on my Google-mapped route…all of which I will share with you in this post.

As I say, I googled the route we would take but unfortunately Google doesn’t know everything (who knew??) and made some errors along the way.

Here is the route we took, errors and all….CLICK HERE

I plan to do this route again, but with some improvements.  A few major errors that Google made:

1) Beach Road – The beginning of this road wasn’t clear.  We crossed train tracks going north on Ottawa St N and immediately saw a sign that said Beach Road.  We both assumed it was the name of this path:

Nope.  The path went for a few hundred metres and then spit us out in a random neighbourhood.  We had to stop and check the map.  Beach Road was a little further north, running slightly diagonal.

2) Google also told us to take Dofasco Road (to Dominion, on to Strathearne and Pier 25).  None of this was possible as it was private property owned by Dofasco, gated and locked.

Once we got to Beach Blvd, all was good.

I plan to take this route again to attempt to perfect it.  I prefer avoiding main streets if I can so I’ll have to explore some random neighbourhoods on the way next time and note the quieter streets.

So, now that I’ve mentioned Google’s errors, let’s back up and start again….I took some pictures along the way but unfortunately I forgot to check my camera battery (which died almost immediately).  So, I took many shots with my Blackberry, not the best camera.

We headed out around 8:30 AM….

Up and at 'em on a Sunday morning!

… and almost immediately jumped onto the Escarpment Rail Trail, taking it as far as Wentworth…quite a lovely ride.

Escarpment Rail Trail

WARNING: At Wentworth, we turned left.  At the corner of Cumberland and Wentworth, on the east side, here is a *deep* dip in the pavement.  It is right after you cross train tracks and just as you’re attempting to single a right turn. Be aware and do your best to avoid it.  I survived but I could see a bike deciding to take a spill there.

We continued on and ended up on Dunsmure, where I took another shot.  It was so quiet.  Sunday morning was a perfect time to attempt this route.  Few people and little traffic on the roads.


Due to the Google malfunctions, we had to cycle down Barton for a bit of a distance to get to Woodward, where we headed north to Eastport Dr and Beach Blvd.  Woodward has a bike lane most of way north of Barton, but if I had a choice, I would avoid Barton St…perhaps going south a bit to travel on side roads.  Barton St is busy, with fairly fast traffic…not to mention, we had to avoid two needles on the way. :S

So after some U-turns and remapping, we finally ended up on Beach Blvd, cycling along the Waterfront/Beachfront Trail.  I love cycling there.  The Hamilton side of the beachfront trail is paved and it is 16km in length, with each 200 metre section painted on the concrete to allow you to keep track of your distance.

Swans on the beachfront

The Hamilton portion of the trail ends underneath the highway at our ever popular lift-bridge.  At this point you have to carry your bike up the stairs, walk in across the bridge, and down the stairs on the other side.  I was concerned about dealing with stairs but luckily these had grooves so you could roll your bike up and down rather than carry it.

Steps heading up to the lift bridge...the bicycle grooves are at the far left and right.

View as we walked across the lift bridge

The Burlington half of the beachfront trail was just as lovely at the Hamilton side, with picnic areas and grassy areas to stop and take a break.

Along the Burlington Beach Trail

Burlington Beach Trail and baby geese! So cute!

Wood Fungus! B, my love, this is for you! 😉

 Once we arrived in Burlington, we headed west on North Shore Blvd.  I didn’t take any pictures at this point but I think that was my favourite portion of the ride!  (Well, except for the ice cream break that’s coming up! Hehe)  North Shore is hilly, just hilly enough to get your heart going.  I felt as though I was doing interval training.  It was fun and the views were gorgeous!

The end of North Shore spat us out (not literally of course!) onto Plains Road near the Royal Botanical Gardens.  I know the area quite well and I knew that the upcoming Spring Garden Road/Valley Inn Road was going to be the biggest incline of the route.

So….in a case like that…what do you do?  You stop for ice cream!

Sitting at Easterbrooks with a scoop of Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream! Yum!

The interior of Easterbrooks - Don't think it has changed since the 1930s!

After some leisurely ice cream intake…we tackled the hill! I didn’t really get any pictures of this…as I was huffing and puffing my way to the top!

The final obstacle?  Carrying my bike down the staircase on York Blvd, which attaches to the waterfront trail, again a staircase with grooves so not a huge obstacle.  Lots of stairs though 🙂

Heading down the stairs at York Blvd

So, in hindsight, aside from some dead ends and route re-mapping, I consider the trip a huge success!  36 km in 3.5 hrs, including an ice cream break, plus a few other stops along the way to eat a bit and stretch…AND I could walk the next day! 😀  Unlike the first time I took out my bike this season and spent the following two days limping around.

After all was said and done…I arrived home and immediately went out for a treat!

Treats for the tired cyclist!

I definitely plan on doing this trip again!

June 15, 2011

Well, today I cycled this route again with some variations in street choices.  I didn’t take any pictures this time around, pretty much the same as above.

The map for today’s route can be found HERE.

I decided to try using the ‘pipeline’, a paved trail that runs diagonally through residential neighbourhoods between Ottawa/Main and Kenilworth/Barton approximately.  All went well except for….construction!  I suppose it’s the time of year for it so I shouldn’t be surprised but I had to skirt around or through three different construction sites in Hamilton alone this morning.  I also took Melvin Road going east a few blocks.  Turns out Melvin is a busy road with a rough surface and a crappy, bumpy shoulder…even though it’s supposedly a bike route….so I wouldn’t take it again by choice.

Aside from that, it was a great ride.  As you can see on the map, I made a few stops in Burlington…headed to Brant Cycle to buy sunglasses and met a friend for lunch…I also avoided the Spring Hill/Valley Inn Road hill today…by that point, I was really feeling it.  I think stopping for lunch gave my leg muscles a chance to take a breath and say “WTF?” LoL.

Anyway, this route shall be attempted again.  I already have another route in mind…for those who know Hamilton, I’m thinking I will take Lawrence (which runs behind Gage Park) to its end, near the Red Hill Creek Parkway.  Apparently there are a few access points to the Red Hill Creek Recreational Trail around there.

And, as a sidenote, that is a trail I’ve been trying to check out.  A couple of days ago, I biked up the escarpment along the Rail Trail to Albion Falls and planned to use the Red Hill Creek trail to head back down….but I couldn’t find it.  I spent 45 minutes searching for it, asked 6 people …fail.  Perhaps attacking it from the mid-point at Lawrence would be more successful.

Anyway, that’s the future plan, even though today’s route was quite good and straightforward.

Cycling the Chedoke Radial Trail, Hamilton ON – Well, a bit of it!

This morning I decided to go and cycle along the Chedoke Radial Trail in Hamilton.  I recently discovered that the starting point is quite near my apartment so I figured I would go for a short ride to check it out.  I rode 2km to the starting point and 3km further along the trail…so roughly 10km total back home again.  You can see the route I took HERE.

It was a good workout as heading west on the trail is all uphill.  It’s a gradual incline, so not overly steep or anything, but steep enough that I was winded.  Coming back on the other hand, was awesome!  Coasted most of the way and took pictures of scenery I had seen on my way up.

I hadn’t been able to find much in the way of pictures so I had no idea what the trail would be like.  As a result, I have included a number of shots below (including one for you, B!), so people can see the path quality and know what to expect.  There were many people on the trail, at least more than I expected to see on a Sunday morning.  So many were friendly, greeting me with smiles and ‘good mornings’, I couldn’t help but fall into line and start greeting everyone as well! 🙂

I stopped to chat with a few different people, asking about the trail, how far it goes, etc.  I even took a moment to get a shot of Lady, who I think was having more fun than the rest of us!

A proud Lady...bath bound 🙂

So, onto the sights…..The first couple of pictures are where I decided to stop and turn back….

Shot from the lookout where I took a break

Some random shots of the path I took on the way back down…

During the initial kilometer or two, you cross the Chedoke Golf Course.  I assume I would see rolling hills on one side…well manicured lawns and wee flags off in the distance….which I did see….

Chedoke Golf Course

But I also saw wee flags on the *other* side of the trail….

…and my first thought was “Isn’t that dangerous?  I wonder if anyone has ever been hit.”  On the way back down, I came across this sign which says it all…

That suggests to me that Yep, someone has been hit before.  I mean, no one thinks to put these signs until it happens, right? 😉

At that point, my second thought was…”Caution?  How does one avoid a golf ball barreling towards their head at 90 miles an hour?  You’d be whacked before you even heard FORE!!!”

So, needless to say…heed the sign people…be ‘cautious’.

I also came across some lovely fungus…B, this is for you!!

For you, Lovely!

As well as some unexpected, albeit seemingly man-made, waterfalls.

Finally, I have to introduce you all to the lovely booby-trapped Fountain of Doom!

The Fountain of Doom

To get to the start of the trail, I headed to Dundurn St and biked towards the escarpment.  I was told I would find the trail marker at the end of the street.  Which I did.  Unfortunately, the trail began at the top of a hill…a small hill…tiny hill…that kicked my ass….the teeny-tiny Hill of Doom as it shall be called from here on out.

It forced me into my lowest gears and as I approached the top (wow, it sounds like an actual hill but if I had a picture, you’d see it’s simply a bump in the road…more a speed bump than a hill….lol) I saw a fountain and someone drinking from it.

Excellent! I thought.  I was out of breath, a little tired, and that fountain was a holy grail…the Snickers bar at the end of a marathon! 😉  What I didn’t know was that the fountain is ready to defend itself against the likes of me …

Fountain of Doom spreading its doominess across the land!

A spritz of water about two feet long shot out of that fountain like an unexpected fart (it made a weird noise, okay?) and I almost fell backwards!  (I didn’t…I said *almost*!)  There are benches nearby and you just *know* that people have sat there to have a good laugh.  I know I would! *wink*

Anyway, outside of Killer Golf balls and Fountains of Doom…the trail is spectacular.  I look forward to following it further next time as it actually goes for quite a while…over 30km if I recall correctly.  Definitely go for a jaunt if you’re in the area.  It’s worth it!