05/20/2026
WISHING YOU WERE HERE
Reminiscing on a Warrick Wednesday…article and photo courtesy of Robert I. Warrick
CHICAGO’s massive hit song from 1972 came across my vehicle’s radio just the other day and for some reason hearing the song really shook me up.
“Saturday in the park
I think it was the Fourth of July
People dancing, people laughing
A man selling ice cream
Singing Italian songs”
Then I remembered…
I lived about 20 miles away from Cuyahoga Valley National Park for nearly twenty years. It’s very much a National Park featuring close to 33,000 acres of preserved forests, rolling hills, and wetlands unfettered with gates and fences. Located between Cleveland and Akron, the linear park is centered along the Cuyahoga River, the Ohio & Erie Towpath Trail, and Cuyahoga Valley Scenic Railroad. Hundred of miles of trails invite bikers and hikers of all ages.
Then there is the centerpiece of the entire valley, the quaint Village of Peninsula. Everything comes together there; the river, the trail, and of course the railroad. The village includes restored buildings, a massive general store, and my favorite restaurant, “Fishers Cafe & Pub”.
My best friend Karen and I spent countless hours in the Valley. The four seasons offered so much to enjoy, but summer was the best. Many times, Karen commented on how magical things felt in Peninsula on those hot summer days.
Just like the Fourth of July.
One of those magical days we started out early and had ridden a good thirty miles on the bike trail before the temps really heated up. We stopped at Fishers for lunch.
Their outside grill was going and the smell of steak filled the air. As always, we chose to sit on the patio shaded by a big umbrella, surrounded by fragrant flowers, and ordered our steaks along with freshly picked corn on the cob from Szalay’s Farm just a few miles distant.
Walking back to the trail, I heard the sound of the southbound train. We both always kept our cameras nearby, always hoping to find something new to photograph. The train that afternoon was typical, with nothing to get excited about.
But then it happened. As fate would have it, I spotted two young girls running and waving as they reached the quarry blocks situated by the tracks. I took off running myself, slid on my knees through the grass, framing and focusing on what has become one of my own personal favorite photos…
We had a wonderful escape that day, even as Karen laughed at my torn and grass-stained jeans. It was the perfect Saturday in the Park…
I do miss that Valley, but, even more, I miss that girl.