We hitched up the mules, tied the Moose to the bumper and headed our wagon into the Great Western Reserve. That’s the future you know, going west. We went west to Cuyahoga Valley National Park. This is an atonement park, sort of. We have been there before but briefly and did very little. So this return visit somehow makes me feel better about the two in Philadelphia. Don’t ask why. We did the VC at Boston Mill, the village and a walk of about 3 miles on the tow path of the Ohio & Erie Canal. Lovely day with temperature of about 84. We are finally dried out. We then visited Stanford house, the Everett Covered Bridge and finally to the Beaver Marsh with a walk on the tow path again to reach it. This is an amazing reclamation tale. The thriving and healthy marsh was in the 1970’s an auto junk yard. Nice story. In fact the whole park is a testament to what can be done with the most marred landscape. In 1969 this river, the Cuyahoga caught fire it was so polluted.

 We are at a farm tonight poised to get park number 305 in the morning. Plus ice cream. 

Update Cadillac - where, what and with whom — for his fans

I have made my decision. A muse is supposed to inspire you and provide a creative spark as you achieve higher and higher artistic, literary or culinary achievements. To that end I have chosen three key muses. First my ever-present and magnificent antlers and the vibrato they achieve is a clear path direction mechanism. Second, the brilliant quotes of Robert Allen Zimmerman. And, finally, a duo of power, the extra large triple maple latte with full cream, whip and an extra shot of maple and, if still stuck, a double waffle cone of any butterscotch, salted caramel or mint high butterfat ice cream. Can be combined with any other flavor but coconut. After all, when you are of my stature a single muse is not sufficient.