Anyway, the HuggaMutt and I took advantage of the lovely temperatures and went to West Elmira to see if the Chemung was thawing. And it was. Strange to hear the river on the move once again. Especially unusual for winter was the sound of gurgling. The water is very high and pushing against the shore plants. Makes the river sound very much like a living, breathing entity. A rare view of the buildings at Roricks Glen. Too bad we can't have her back in her old glory. But not only did time move on, but so did the Chemung. The structure rising out of the water used to support the bridge that took merrymakers to the old park.
If you google Roricks Glen there are even some sites that offer diaries and other stories about the old place. I'm not native to Elmira, so I don't miss it.
I arrived just days after the Great Flood of 1972, and the damage was already done.
Let me tell you, I respect the power of the Chemung River.