Rokeby Lock

Sometimes I take Route 60 to get to Columbus through Zanesville and every time I do I stop here, sometimes only for a minute or two or long enough to just wander around for a bit. It’s nothing special, really – a small patch of clear land on the banks, the locks, the river barreling into itself. It’s just enough, though. You know what I mean.

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