1. October. 2010 Today I woke at 4:30, and pulled away from my mom's house, in Rowe, MA, at 5, after much hugging (and some crying) between my family and I. I drove 10 hours to Cuyahoga National Park, in Cleveland, OH, arriving JUST in time to get a stamp in my national park passport book (that's right, I own a national park passport book). I went for a scenic hour and fifteen minute ride along the towpath by the canals, and tried to figure out, without spending time in the visitor center, what in the heck the park was all about. Come to find out, the current towpath is the same path mules walked as they towed barges down the Erie and Ohio Canals. It's 20-something miles from start to finish, but parts of it
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