My wife, Anne, joined me for the most dramatic portion of the gorge, despite a sore knee, at the walk at the Treman State Park. But she stayed in the room packing during my last-day dash along the Ithaca Gorge that runs through Cornell.
When I walk in such areas, I'm in awe of the scenery we have in this country...heck, in the world. Here's a little slot ravine a few miles long that just makes you shake your head in wonder as you stare at hundreds of feet of sheer cliffs rising above rushing water. And who would even hear of it? That is, unless you live here or happen to run into someone who's seen the place--as I did, since Sarah's family is well acquainted with the parks.
But the ravines are there in full glory, waiting to be enjoyed...and photographed.
6/01/06
Also: A Visit to a Zen Garden ............ In Memorium: Robert V.N. Brown