Egg and I took a spin out to Twin Sister Falls, near Brecksville. Egg has been there a few times, but I bailed on the ride last time he and everybody else went there, so I was left wondering.
Honestly, I wasn’t really feeling a ride, or at least getting out in the cold, but riding came through as always, and once we got going, I shed that funk that had been haunting me all day.
One the way back, a beaver crossed the towpath right in front of us. I thought it was a porcupine at first. He crawled down the bank to the river, not quite scared, then rolled in and began his ferry to the other side. His life.
Twin Sister Falls has got to be one of the most beautiful sites in Ohio. There’s got to be a story around the name and its obscurity.
Did you know Mr. Rodgers saved PBS?
Riprap
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way,
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles —
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Copyright © 2009 by Gary Snyder from Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems. Reprinted by permission of Counterpoint.
Travels with Pops 
Love the Gary Snyder poem.
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We need to bring Carolyn here!
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