Waking as early as possible after a restless night, Dominic and I made it to the closed Parade Grounds Entrance and a dead end road that met up with the train tracks above the Upper Falls. Without hesitation we parked the car and moseyed to the viaduct until the echos of the Genesee River were within sight 240 feet below. The mist from the falls had froze among the gorge walls and overhanging trees creating a smooth glassy view that nobody could forget.
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| Upper Falls Birdseye View (Atop Viaduct) |
As we made our way through the desolate park I took a fresh regard as I had never seen "The Grand Canyon of the East" covered in snow. The lack of tourists made this trip all the more enjoyable as we did not have to avoid their company or their high dollar sports cars. There was a solitary makeup of the park this day that gave off such an overwhelming gratitude for the land and water; one that makes me think of the future and how I want to live my life protecting, preserving, appreciating and recognizing the importance of nature and all that it brings to us whether it be implicit or explicit, internal or external, physical or mental.
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| Great Bend Overlook |
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| Upper Falls Viaduct |
