Cache Owner 1Jofrko14 has written an impressive description of habitat revitalization in the river flats, where Scranton Transformation now calls us.
On our Cleveland-bound freeway, roiling blue-grays add to the suspense of Ian’s stormy landfall far away, where clouds have become ocean.
Our GPS lands where Hope Memorial Bridge crosses Scranton Flats, in the second dip of the Cuyahoga River roller coaster. For almost a century, five miles of steel-lined shipping channel allowed room for freighters to haul iron, limestone and coal for insatiable manufacturing industries.
Between 1970 and 2010, fish population over the five-mile stretch increased.
From not one single fish.
To 52 species of fish. Cleaning up toxic waste and restoring a natural shoreline, thanks to people like our Cache Owner, now delivers the visual splendor of fall prairie before our eyes.
But for the cache. Where is the geotrail? When we mention a geotrail, we mean a loosely defined, perhaps somewhat undefined, possibly totally undefined path made by previous cachers toward a cache. Or possibly not toward a cache, if the blind are leading the blind. In that circumstance, only under-the-breath mutters are permitted.
This geotrail was right on. Thank you, cachers, brave scout, and log signer. Don’t forget to wipe off the poison ivy.
And thank you, Great Artist, and all assistants, for the fall banquet of color served up here.
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