Son-of-a-bitch, the sun came out. The rain has gone somewhere else. People are climbing out from beneath whatever rock they took shelter under. Including me. So just to get away, I headed south on I-390 and wound up in Letchworth State Park (about 50 miles away). I took my camera, of course, but mostly I went to be outside and walk around. Maybe soak up a little vitamin D.
On the minus side, the place was pretty soggy. Some of the trails were mostly mud. On the plus side, there were very few people around. Pretty much had the place to myself. And the river was running fast and angry.
One of my favorite spots is at the top of the Upper Falls, essentially the beginning of the gorge that the Genesee River winds its way through on its journey north. It’s an interesting spot on a quiet day in midsummer. Yesterday, given all the water we’ve had, the noise was deafening. The somewhat circular area at the base of the falls has always reminded me of a cauldron – the water literally appears to be boiling. Not to mention the pillars of mist rising a hundred feet or so above the river. If you go there in late afternoon when the sun is behind the falls, you’ll see a rainbow that appears so close that you can almost reach out and touch it.
As you can see, no one was standing in the overlook area. I wish there had been. Some images definitely benefit from human participation, and this would have been one of them. Although I can tell you that they would have gotten wet. I can tell you that because I did get wet. So did the camera. Some of the time you could stand there directly above the edge of the falls and stay dry. Then the wind would shift. Instant cold shower.
Not a problem, though. It sure as hell beats standing in the house looking out the window at the rain. Now all I have to do is pick a new place to visit.