After the boardwalk the path turns into a concrete footpath between the suburbs and the thick bush of the Canning River. The pathway then opens up into a cleared grassed parkland next to Rivermoor Loop and Adenia Road where there are a number of shelters with tables and bench seats. I picked one in the shade to apply some sunscreen and fill up on nuts and dried fruit, which seemed to be popular with the local dogs set free in the park. My nuts and dried fruit were quickly saved by shouting dog owners. Spider webs and large aggressive ants were also popular within the shelter. Let's just say, I didn't hang around for long, but it was good to be out of the sun for a while.
Despite the name, you don't see much of the actual river within the Canning River Regional Park. All you basically see is a lot of bushland, that is, on the main path I took. There are a number of dead end paths and circle routes that could be taken, but trudging through the scrub wasn't appealing. The boardwalk at the start of the Canning River Regional Park got my hopes up that this would be a really interesting walk, but so far I am under impressed.
The clear dedicated path follows alongside Adenia Road until it crosses Bannister Creek and then stops at Adenia Road (i.e. Adenia Road is split in two by the Creek). At this point I didn't know what to do, follow the streets or take what appears to be a dirt path behind the houses on Bursaria Crescent? I took the path behind the houses. Bad choice. The path was like quick sand and an absolute pain to walk through. Additionally the resident dogs didn't like me at all and the starring occupants of the houses didn't seem that pleased either. I am within the Canning River Regional Park, so I am not doing anything wrong. I guess no one likes people lurking behind their back fence.
Apart from realising that I will probably only see bushland from this point on, something else was becoming apparent. There has been a noticeable social change as I walk along the Canning River. At first it was mansions and Mercedes, but now I am deep within middle class suburbia.
After finally making my way through the sand pit path I meet a dedicated concrete path alongside Ferndale Crescent. After a short walk along Ferndale Crescent a side path deviates deep into the Canning River Regional Park, the so called Banksia Hill Loop Walk and the Butterflies, Bridges and Birds Walk Trail. As the names suggests there are a number of Banksia trees around as well as plenty of birdlife, even some mechanical ones from the nearby airport. However, I didn't cross any bridges (because I stuck to the lower half of the walk loop) or catch any butterflies.
After diverting from the Butterflies, Bridges and Birds Walk Trail I head along the path following the Canning River upstream. Once again the social demographic is changing. After Bridgeway Park the path heads behind houses where I can hear parents shouting obscenities at children and doors slamming. Sure, children get into trouble and shouted at in all social demographics (maybe the words used could be different) but what I find at the end of Eastfield Court really sets the scene. As I make my way from behind the houses to the cul-de-sac of Eastfield Court I turn my head to the right to find a garbage tip in the middle of suburbia. We have ourselves a hoarder. I quickly turn my head back when I realise there is a rough looking guy amongst it. If you want to see it for yourself Google "18 Eastfield Court Ferndale". The photograph of the house you see on Google Street View is nothing compared to what I came across. From the satellite view on Google Maps you can see that the garbage tip even extends to the backyard.
Think it is time to Google Map App my way out of here. To the Nicholson Road bus stop post-haste! The path heads directly to Nicholson Road and within minutes I am at the "safety" of a main road. If I was more adventurous I could continue along the southern bank of the Canning River by heading to Hester Place Reserve on the other side of Nicholson Road. However, I notice a cleaned out wallet on the side of the path and the sound of sirens. Definitely going home now.