Another Bizarre Dream - the Cuyahoga River

5:20 AM, Monday 3-Aug-09 (reposted from my in-the-process-of-being-updated blog). Image pulled from this website.

I had a dream that I was back in Cleveland, biking in and around the Cuyahoga river valley. It was ahead of a really big ride - a century ride, a charity ride of some sort that I was completely unprepared for. I hadn't trained, I hadn't registered, and my bike was in need of all sorts of repair.

I decided to do a couple of laps around the valley to get warmed up. I headed out with a friend of mine. We rode out along the rim, several hundred feet above the water. The trail made a turn and led down to the river bank, and then out on a long, continuous boardwalk that rode us out offshore by about 30 feet. It was a series of small wooden planks about six feet wide. Every so often, a perpendicular boardwalk led back to shore.

We were coming up on a bridge which towered high above us, and I was dreading the thought of climbing up it. Off to our right was an elderly couple on a bench on one of these perpendicular pieces.. The next thing I know, the bridge gives out.

Now, because this is a dream, it defied the laws of reality. When I say the bridge gave out, I mean all of the wood instantly disappeared, leaving only a narrow strip of concrete support, about six inches wide, with a two inch rut running along the middle.

My friend and I were somehow balancing our bikes in this rut, while the elderly couple's bench had vaporized, and they were sitting - looking rather dazed - on top of a perpendicular concrete strip.

I get the bright idea to bike along the rut to the next strip to try to get to safety. That's when the concrete collapses.

The bikes are gone this time, and my friend and I are now standing on this concrete strip, the top of which is about an inch under water. The strip the old people are on is on an incline, from just under the water leading up to a concrete walk on the bank. My friend starts to walk up the incline, and I begin to follow, when the submerged piece crumbles away, and I fall into the water.

Keep in mind that, while the Cuyahoga River is sometimes even more of a pathetic trickle than the Rio Grande, at certain points it is quite deep. It is also murky and cold. I sank like a stone.

I got all the way to the bottom before I was able to push off and send myself to the surface for a gasping breath of air. The cold set in quickly, though, and I was unable to move my legs or arms fast enough to stay afloat. I sank several more times before a medic arrived and pulled me - and the other three - to safety aboard his boat.

As the paramedic was interviewing all of us to figure out what the hell happened and who was to blame (yes. Biking on the boardwalk caused the wood to mysteriously disappear and the concrete supports to collapse), many people were coming along the boardwalk on the other side, unaware that it suddenly stopped. The first was a young guy with a baby, and they went toppling into the water, the bike making an audible "thump" against the side of the boat.

Somehow, the scale of the river and the river bank had shrunk drastically. They were able to stand up in the knee-deep water and climb up onto the grassy bank. This happened several times to all sorts of people before everyone aboard this boat started yelling "STOP! THE BRIDGE IS OUT!" All this shouting woke me up, and I sat down to write this before I forgot it all.

Views: 46

Comment by Khal Spencer on April 2, 2010 at 1:31pm
It may at times be a pathetic trickle, but at least the Cuyahoga doesn't catch fire any more.
Comment by Benny the Icepick on April 2, 2010 at 3:49pm
Rather, it hasn't in a long while. Under the Bush administration - from what I'd heard from locals - EPA staffing was severely reduced, and pollutants in the river have been climbing steadily.
Comment by Rob Creighton Garrison on April 2, 2010 at 3:58pm
I was born in Cuyahoga Falls, and the river having caught fire is all I know about the place (although I don't know that it caught fire within the boundaries of the town). Kind of sad to know only this sort of thing about one's birthplace, huh?
Comment by Khal Spencer on April 2, 2010 at 8:39pm
I grew up in Buffalo, N.Y. in the 1960's (yeah, I'm old as the dirt). We had the Buffalo River which was almost as bad as the Cuyahoga. My stepdad and I took our little 12 foot boat up the Buffalo R. one summer during a fishing trip and could never get the oil stains off of it.

Cuyahoga River was our definition of "its even worse than here". My concern, as is Benny's is that the idiots on the Right have forgotten how bad it can get in their efforts to do away with all sorts of regulation. There is a reason the Cuyahoga caught fire. Too bad you have to be as old as I am to remember why the Cuyahoga River and Love Canal happened. This shit happens when you don't give a damn.


You need to be a member of Duke City Fix to add comments!

Join Duke City Fix

Connect with Us!

Featured Events in Albuquerque

Big Changes to the Fix!

We're making changes to the Fix! Check in with us for local news stories, events, photos, all the usual DCF stuff, on Facebook and Instagram starting September 1st. Find out more!

© 2017   Created by Duke City Fix.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service