Central Park, bike, ducks…

Central Park, bike, ducks…

Yesterday was a nice day, sunny. yet not hot. As my last few days were not the best, I decided to give myself some exercise and took the bike, went to the Skytrain and went to Central Park in Burnaby. No, not to the one in New York, LOL.

Always had a sentimental attachment to it and many happy memories. It was a nice idea. Although the part by the stadium and parking lot were totally taken by hundreds of people in colorful long saris and dresses, having their lunches/dinners on the the grass – I ventured into my own long trails, revisiting little hidden gems I remembered very well.

After a while, I biked to the shore of that wonderful lake there, with its green waters, huge carps swimming lazily, ducks and geese.

Was even able to find a nice bench by the shore and just relax. Relax – something I needed. With a book about Andre Gide in hand.

A pair of lovely ducks seemed to be a bit tired of a swarm of young kids, who were making very noisy commotion right on the edge of the lake and it seemed to be too much for the fowl family. So a pair simply walked out off the lake, marched right to my bench and simple sat next to my feet. I understood and agreed with them: too much is sometime too much. Period. There we were, the three of us seeking solitude.

On the way back to the Skytrain I changed my mind. Why taking the train? Burnaby is on a high plateau and New Westminster in the low valley of Fraser River, so why not bike home? Never mind that a long bike on busy streets is not my cup of coffee. But than I found on my phone a direction to take the BC Parkway designed for bikers. Off I went. What a beautiful path! Through places I recognized from many years ago, and places I have never been to (that I remember off). The very last leg of the trail was awful, as it takes you down to Memorial Drive and Highway 99 and you have no choice but bike on the edge of the busy highway with cars and trucks whizzing by. Still, all in all it was a nice experience. An old fart with half-broken leg biking on a long busy highway. LOL.

Central Park w Burnaby

Central Park w Burnaby

Urokliwe miejsce. Rozległa, z szerokimi alejkami, wąskimi ścieżkami w ramionach dwóch ruchliwych arterii ( Boundary i Kingsway), przestrzeń szerokiego oddechu, ucieczki. Odpowiednik słynnego Stanley Parku w Vancouverze u brzegów Pacyfiku. Sosny i tuje równie potężne, jak w Stanley. I masa kwitnących krzewów czarnych i czerwonych jeżyn (salmon berries), które czepiają się nogawek i rękawów, gdy wejdziesz w zarośla. Zdarza się ponoć i niedźwiedź, ale nigdy takiego tu nie spotkałem choć ostrzegające tablice były i wtedy i teraz widziałem.

Więc pojechałem wystukiwać laską echa starych spacerów…

Central Park

P-A Renoire

Pozostałeś ten sam, niezmieniony.

To ja się postrzałem, zwolniłem bieg,

nie ty Parku cudowny, stary, młody,

z legendą, wysokimi drzewami otoczony.

Nocą parną od spotkań pasji,

za dnia, jak w Lasku Bulońskim

na polankach zielonych z Renoira,

karminowe wino pragnienia gasi.

Młody mężczyzna przechodzi obok,

uśmiecha się oczami, wargami,

tańczącymi, jak gałęzie wierzb biodrami.

Bezgłośne szepty, spojrzenia, mowa bez słów –

Zmrok za chwilę cicho nadejdzie,

pochylą się, jak szyja Ledy, zielone gałęzie …