A long bike route near home, joins my memories like a green umbilical cord, to places where I’ve lived and biked in Canada for the past 22 years. My green route curls and unwinds in Toronto, Vancouver and now, Calgary. To know, and to memorize each twist, bump, hill and breathless plateau of a bike path at my doorstep, is akin to knowing a secret hummingbird pulse of a big, noisy city.
I have been content and cosy in each chosen neighbourhood which has been oriented for cyclists and pedestrians in each of these cities across Canada. I know each entire city is still not completely this way, but I have made conscious choices to live in certain neighbourhoods that met my needs.
Waterloo, Ontario: Childhood Cycling Joy in Cycleable, Walkable Neighbourhood
But I go back further to my first childhood bike route, a maple tree shaded street in Waterloo, Ontario. It was here, this lovely street with friendly neighbours, that seeded my bicycling dreams. It was a one-way, one lane street off a busy downtown main street where I learned to bike at 11 years old, with younger siblings.My parents actively chose a home in Waterloo downtown’s core in the 1970′s –a walk 10 minutes to transit and 15 minutes to a shopping area and school. We didn’t have any car for a few years.
We took turns learning to bike, by holding the saddle and handlebar for each other and wobbling up and down the sidewalk on a shared bike with no training wheels. We could only afford 2 bikes for 6 children.
Later, I escaped joyfully away from babysitting duties, by twirling my bike past lovely, nineteenth century homes with rambling, wrap-around porches and stained glass windows on our street.
Neighbourhood Heritage and Progress Converge: Walking Tour, Iron Horse Bike Trail
Forty years later, I just discovered my childhood street has become a local historic street worthy of a walking tour and a web site. Now just two blocks away, is a signed bike path, the Iron Horse Trail. But back then, my street was the best street to come home on bike. In autumn, I rode dreamily under a gold-orange blazing canopy of mature trees and through crackling piles of raked leaves along the street. It was stuff that sparked a bout of poetry writing.
Then the bike was forgotten while I buckled under my university studies, then relocation to London and Toronto.
Toronto: Bike Longing and Reigniting My Cycling Passion
Several years later, I resigned myself to a home in a highrise building near a subway station in Scarborough. Except for the green tree canopy, my balcony view seemed furthest away from childhood sun-dappled shady streets. By then, I was hankering to bicycle again. But somehow, I had landed in a semi-suburban fringe of highrises and strip malls, north of Toronto’s Beaches area.
Striking Lucky: Living Near Toronto’s Bike Routes
Later, I was thrilled to discover that I lived only a 5 –minute bike ride away from Toronto’s extensive Don River Valley and its well-connected bike network like a spider web, buried in its ravine parks. Only 8 km. south of home, was Toronto’s Beaches neighbourhood where the Waterfront bike-pedestrian route runs through along the lake.
These wonderful cycling discoveries were revealed after meeting my new partner. With Jack, I jumped back onto a new bike and learned of another new hidden world of Toronto snaking under the Don Valley Parkway north to Sunnybrook Park and west through the Humber Valley.
Over months and years, I learned to join different bike routes between home and work, between home and pleasure. I cycled the Waterfront Bike Trail that edged Lake Ontario and wandered into the Beaches area, before cycling homeward.
After work, I pushed the pedals as far as Etobicoke and back home after work, on some summer evenings. On those evenings, it was a solo 53 km round trip. I was addicted to my cycling route forays, the bike, and to freedom.
Bike Routes Near Home: Familiar Touchstone After Long Rides
Other times, a bike route near home, was a safe touchstone after cycling home on multi-day trips, from Kingston, Peterborough or just Kleinberg.
My best Toronto bike path memories were suffused with paintbrush splashed autumn trees and glowing red sumac bushes.
I brought along those slow burning memories, when we moved later, to Vancouver. We lived by the famed Seaside-Seawall bike path that threads through Stanley Park, Olympic Village and to Granville Island.
On our bikes, we inhaled sea air tang. As we turned our handlebars, the North Shore mountains rose ahead. Like other cities, I learned the best times to cycle, was in the stillness of early morning sunrise before hordes of walkers, roller bladers, dogs and cyclists.
Daily Cycling Bliss-Out: Vancouver BC
I went further, by cycling Stanley Park in the dark as part of my extended cycling to work route. I needed to lengthen cycling gloriousness before arriving at work downtown.
We swept down paved, empty roads in the park with our tiny firefly bike lights flickering faintly in the wooded deep darkness. No one else was around when we cycled up to Prospect Point by Lion’s Gate Bridge. This was my commuting bliss out every day for several years. Rain mist became a veil to enrich the colours of flowers that were bigger and more brilliant here, than elsewhere in Canada. Cyclists spun by in rain while café drinkers still hung out, chatting away under the awning.
In the evening, on our highrise balcony, many ant-like cyclists crisscrossed the paths and bridges below. Swarms filled the paths on a summer evening by False Creek where kayakers and dragon boaters ply the sea waters. It was urban west coast life at
its best. I still linger over this view whenever I visit and marvel the magnolia and cherry trees popping their blushing blooms in spring time.
Swept Along or Fighting Chinook Winds: Calgary, Alberta
Now, it’s still cyclists trundling on another path, –along the Bow and Elbow Rivers. Here the gentle, grassy prairie hills rise in green-gold and yellow dry layers, from the blue-green waters swirling downstream from the Rockies into Calgary. I ride through the
teeth of the chinook headwind any season and face-numbing winter cold at -25 degrees C. The dry air is sunlit and loose. It’s not the red cardinal that flits across my path but a brilliant blue black magpie bird that hops heavily along the verges. Tiny rodent prairie dogs play tumble on top of one another, while long legged pale jack rabbits leap away from the path in the heart of the city. There are less bushes and trees to screen creatures and oncoming cyclists.
I ride with poignant memories, dreams and gladness for these neighbourhoods in the Canadian cities where I have lived, explored their intimate corners and have celebrated on bike. When I close my eyes, each familiar bike route calls out to me to return home again and again. And I do.
Harbourfront Centre. The Music Garden. More about this unique City of Toronto park. Aerial view of the park reveals gardens and walkways designed in the shape of a musical note. Garden designs are inspired by each music movement: prelude, allemande, courante, etc.
Street Pianos. 41 uniquely painted pianos in Toronto’s public spaces for 41 countries, that will be competing in the Pan-American Games in Toronto.
Waterloo Public Library. Waterloo Historical Walking Tours: Mary-Allen Neighbourhood. Sample houses on childhood street of George St. It was socio-economically mixed neighbourhood with blend of low income residents (like our family), middle class to upper middle class.