Most days, I bike around the stanley park seawall. Some days, I stop to take photos of the remarkable scenery. Other days I take photos of graffiti on train cars. Some days, ok most days, I do multiple loops around the park.
When the weather is sketchy, I’ll take my commuter bike called Ada. On bright sunny days, I’ll usually take my fancy Pinarello racing bike.
I’ve seen seals, otters, coyotes, goslings, ducklings, and a marmot/ferret. One day I even saw a whale. (oddly enough, a few days after writing this draft post, I saw another whale)
The path is populated by cyclists, rollerbladers, walkers, joggers, photographers, readers and fishers. Approximately one third of the people I see are regulars, that I see more than once per week. There is one woman I’ve seen a couple of times who likes to yell at me that I should be on the road, not the bike path. I try not to take it personally.
Sometimes I take the road, but I do prefer the path, as it’s right on the ocean.
I feel a titch disingenuous writing about riding in Stanley Park without discussing my Strava Local Legend situation. Still, I’m going to save that for another post.
