| | Some weeks ago (before the start of the regular rains of winter), I cycled furthest east from my house so far. Let the photo blogging begin!
From Riverton Bridge, this pathway cuts into unexplored territory (to me).
It runs along the northern banks of Canning River. With nothing else except a general sense of direction, I proceeded into the shroud.
Mini train tracks greeted me at the end!
So this is the mini railway tracks which I've heard of but never saw. The place looks abandoned. I cycled along the tracks, which also runs along the river.
Those mini tracks actually look cute.
It covers quite a large area.
It's like a mini neighbourhood interconnected with rail.
The train station.
Point taken.
Ah, so this is what this place is called.
Right next to a catholic church.
And an old folks' home.
Nice artwork.
Real old-style track changing levers placed there too.
Back on the journey. A bridge too far?
The tracks actually go into the wetlands!
Colourful fungi on the ground! Too bad the 1 mp phone camera doesn't do it justice.
End of the line.
I found it! The "legendary" bridge further upstream of Canning River which I've only seen on the street directory before this moment.
Ducks greeted this traveller's arrival at this "sacred" place.
This place is officially the furthest east I've ever ridden my bike from my house... an hour's worth of groin crushing.
Getting ready to cross the "portal" into the other side of unexplored territory!
"Inside" the "wormhole"
A new world awaits on the other side!
Hhhmmm... this looks like a shortcut.
Muddy tracks through the greeneries. Autumn leaves on the lush green grass on either sides of the track.
This track seems to get muddier as I go. It's time to turn back and follow the main sealed pathway.
Flora
Was lost and now found
Back on sealed pathway!
Yes! I've reached civilisation at last! Sun setting, temperature dropping, getting hungry and fatigued.
Cycled on around Ferndale, an unfamiliar suburb, lost. But I know that I need to get out of suburban streets and onto a main road. Finally I found a main road which is familar! I've never been so grateful of Metcalfe Road before!
Passed by Lynwood SHS on the long way home. Sun had set. It had gotten so cold, and its not funny when the cold air gushes past your forehead. It got to the point that I'm so desperate that I was looking out for something to cover my forehead with as I cycled in the cold... anything, even considering plastic bag trash. But the streets were too clean.
Hossack Avenue! I've finally reached the eastern borders of Willetton! However, Willo is a huge suburb, and my house is nearer to the western border (ie, I have to cycle through the whole span of suburbia).
Home sweet home at last. 2 hours of cycling in the cold. |
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