I visited various sections of Highland Creek this year and decided yesterday to have a look at the area where Highland Creek empties into Lake Ontario.
Constant wet snow prevented me from taking photographs so I returned today.
The railway passes overhead and trains race by frequently.
We’ll to the woods no more,
The laurels are all cut,
The bowers are bare of bay
That once the Muses wore;
The year draws in the day
And soon will evening shut:
The laurels all are cut,
We’ll to the woods no more. – A. E. Housman (1859–1936)