The Cuyahoga called me back to its banks to snap some pictures from below the bridge.
Oh Cuyahoga, your beauty does not wain
as you flow South on your way to the North.
I ask you to give me a little of your time
as you on your your travels go forth.
I know where you're heading as you travel along
the path you must have traveled through eons of time
to the banks of the great lake named Erie your waters do flow
just to satisfy me in this little rhyme.
So go on your way and we're happy to say
Cuyahoga we saw you pass by today.
The old train station above the Cuyahoga which is now The Pufferbelly Restaurant.
Looking upstream through the bridge.
The water looked powerful when it rejoins.
It then goes around the dam and goes to a full flow as it goes on its way.
The downstream rock from above in a close-up.
The trees just past the rock up close.
Across the way we have a fisherman trying his luck.
"Did you catch anything?" from the snow run off swelled Cuyahoga? "No but I caught a 32 inch Northern Pike last year about this time." Well, I say to myself, the water is way too cold. Do you know the water is still below 40 degrees F. The call of the waters is very strong.