The day was cool and crisp, bouncing between cloudy and glimmers of sunlight. I grabbed my camera, and of course Mr. Trent- off we headed down the path. Now if you haven’t been to the Summit County metro parks they are very much a hidden gem. As much as I hate the winters here I do love all the different things there are to see and do in our state. And by hate the winters, I mean I definitely do not embrace them. Winter and I tolerate each other, occasionally this will come to a head as winter fills my driveway with snow and I shake my fist and curse at her only to get the insult of a bitter icy wind in my face. Often we just maintain silence with an occasional nod. I do have to admit she can create some beautiful things with her icy grasp but Enough of that though let’s get back to this beautiful fall day. The winds were whipping through the trees swirling the colors around us as we walked. We could hear the roar of the water coming from the manmade dam. The fact that we can hear the roar means excellent images ahead! I am anxious to get as many as I can because there is a strong rumor that this dam, that is no longer used to harness the natural energy, is going to be removed and taken back to the waterfall that was underneath years ago. The rains have been abundant and the water is flowing at an unbelievable magnitude. I quickly leave Mr. Trent behind as I forge ahead with my camera aimed and ready. The water droplets are dancing aggressively through the air. Nothing can be heard over the barrage in front of my eyes, but I don’t care about words at the time with this power in front of me. It is mesmerizing;. Well before I knew it more people had come around and I forced myself to tear my eyes away and look again at the rich blend of yellows, oranges and reds that surrounded me, oh and of course Mr. Trent, I was so immersed I almost forgot he was there too…..poor guy!
We turned and headed on down the slightly muddy trail, carefully stepping over rocks and roots, staying away from steep drop offs. As the roar faded behind us the wind blew gently carrying with it the sting of cold rain. Disappointment rushed over me. These were the last peak days for the color and I wanted to capture as much as I could- in my mind with some beautiful sunlight glimmering through. Oh well I sighed and moved on, at least we were out of the house and I would gather the best images I could to try and remember what a vivid fall this was. As we huffed and puffed up and down the hills my disappointment resolved and I let the beauty encompass me. Almost as soon as I had fully given in to the fact that there would be no sun out it popped with its rays beaming warm on my face. We continued our hike adventuring all over the place. We finally came to the area where the caves were. It was clearly visible one of the caves apparently had some collapse and the trail there was not very passable, I tried to get Mr. Trent to climb over some very slippery rocks to shortcut to the other side but he wisely said a firm “No”, which made me stop and think and realize he was clearly right. We continued back down the trail to Mary Campbell Cave and explored some there. So much history tucked in amongst the mass of stone around us. We took it all in. By this time both of us were quite hungry and the last half mile was filled with the discussion of lunch options. We finished the afternoon with an incredible feast at Louie’s Bar & Grill in Akron, it wasn’t far from the Gorge and did not disappoint. We warmed up, filled our bellies and enjoyed the ambiance. Perfect way to end our little adventure.