The other side of the bridge

A couple Saturdays ago, you might recall, Laura and I set out to take pictures of the flower boxes on the bridge over the Cuyahoga.  My camera battery died at the next to last flower box on the south side of the bridge. The sun today was lovely, so in the middle of another errand I pulled in at a closed shop and went down the bridge.

I was totally correct last trip; it is not much trouble to walk back up the hill when the trip is interspersed with pictures.

The last box on the south side.  I crossed over.

I was surprised to see a small weir on the north side, as the river travels toward Lake Erie. I walk the bridge infrequently and I don't recall being on the north side ever.  No convenient parking.

The towpath from the north.  The fellow is heading south.

Then I got back in the car and continued on my original errand, which is to unravel the mystery of the Boston park.  This is so interesting.  I'm almost ready to begin writing up the findings for the first community critique.