To the left was wetlands as a part of flood control. To the right was a small forest. In the distance was the town of Salem, Oregon. The path itself was paved and shaded by the forest.

Many bicycles used the path. Most were friendly and polite when passing a pedestrian. From behind many would yell, "On your left!" A few would just rudely pass in silence. A few used polite bells.

At intervals, a map on a permanent stand would show, "You are here." This sign was accompanied by two porta-potties.

A long stretch of the path was shaded. A welcome relief on a day that would hit the mid 90's that afternoon.

A peaceful and quiet walk along a path through a scenic forest. But for the rare rude bicyclist, the entire walk was pastoral.

The forest appeared to lean to the right where the path paralleled a field of white wildflowers.

A black lagoon lay just off the path. Lacking only a man in an ill-fitting costume this lagoon could become a B-grade movie location.

The path ran along the right and was lower than the road. The road was entry to a parking lot at the south end of the park.

Another map was present at the end of the walk. Or present at the start of the walk for folks entering here and heading north.