#towpath

[robthepensioner]

The towpath of the Lancaster Canal in the height of summer, when shade is welcome.

[covrettcreative]

Fall Along the Towpath

Seen in Grand Rapids, Ohio.

[blackacres]

137/365 ✨ drug my feet about it for weeks now, but finally committed to a bike ride today #instagram #akron #spring #towpath #biking #picaday2025

[aneverydaything]

Day 2055, 7 February 2024

[hamishsblog]

[bricehammack]

LetsGoMets

NewJersey

RaritanRiver

NewBrunswick

Rutgers

RutgersUniversity

DelawareAndRaritanCanalStatePark

Towpath

Autumn

BriceDailyPhoto

[calochortus]

Beaver Breakfast by kevin moore Via Flickr: Breaking through thin ice, a beaver forages for food.

[christophersirgo]

2024-03-31 Easter Beaver

[agjmaverick]

[elodieunderglass]

Felt i needed to explain some characteristics of a very common character found in an admittedly narrow (ha) corridor of the known world

[robthepensioner]

A curve in the Lancaster Canal, from one of its many bridges.

[covrettcreative]

Working the Towpath

Seen near Grand Rapids, Ohio.

[themancorialist]

Kitty Bridge, Manchester.

[istandonsnowpiles]

Lock 8

[bricehammack]

#CrookedDonald

#NewJersey

#NewBrunswick

#DelawareAndRaritanCanalStatePark

#DandRCanal

#TowPath

#Turtles

#Biking

#BriceDailyPhoto

[spoldhamauthor]

The Towpath Inn

There is a bridge that sits astride

A canal, where dark waters slide

Like a black ribbon, deep and wide;

By a tavern called the Towpath Inn

The path that gives the Inn its name

Has barely changed, is just the same

As when the narrowboats first came;

The boaters and their kin

They say some nights you can hear it, still

When the moon is pale, the air is chill

When the atmosphere is calm, tranquil;

Nothing at all stirring

The past floods in, and all around

Is the plod of hooves upon the ground,

The break of water, a gentle sound;

Almost beyond hearing

As if a ghostly boat were making way

Down the cut, where the otters play

Past the bank, where the tall reeds sway;

To where the lock stands firm

He spied it once, one man swore

Stumbling out of the old Inn door

Certain he knew what he saw;

Though none could confirm

For that man drank too much ale

So folk did not believe his tale

Yet he tells it still, though to no avail;

It’s called a drunken lie

But I know what that man perceived

I know why he is so aggrieved

I know that he’s to be believed;

For I saw, with my own eye

With roses and castles painted bright

A narrowboat sailed past me one night

Coming from nowhere, no end in sight;

A pale horse drawing it on

It drifted past me, quiet as death

The name on the side, Beloved Beth

I watched, astounded, held my breath;

Then horse and boat were gone

If you should ever see a bridge astride

A canal, where dark waters slide

Like a black ribbon, deep and wide;

By the Towpath Inn, then do

Remember time, like water, flows

Under the bridge where a pale horse tows

The boat 'Beloved Beth;’ who knows?

You might see it, too…

S P Oldham