From those of us who have loved and enjoyed Buckeye Lake for years… you now hear of our devastating loses both through enjoyment and loss of income. Do not think that because of this we still do not love and enjoy the beauty of our lake. The sunrises and the sunsets, the bellowing of storm, the clouds that only can be enjoyed with the open miles of our heavens. It is now peaceful and we enjoy the nature. We now have seen the joy of those who canoe, kayak, and fish from their small boats.
Our loss in our retirement years comes from my husband’s mobile home park, campground and marina. He lost the marina and one half of the campground much like others have suffered. However, his greatest joy is having a glass of wine while on our porch looking at our beautiful lake – it is peaceful.
Through all of this I wonder why I have not heard the term “cofferdam”! Years ago we visited China to experience the Yangtze River before they flooded the Gorge. One remarkable site was the establishment of a cofferdam to create locks for the flow of traffic during this project. Now we watch a similar experience in Columbus on the Scioto River. Where are the engineers? Why are they not using cofferdams along Buckeye Lake’s earthen dam? That way the upgrades could be done over a period of time, section by section! There would be continued usage of the lake as we have known it.
“Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow; I am a diamond in the snow. I am sunlight on ripened grain; I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft star that shines at night. Don’t not stand at my grave and cry. I am not here. I did not die.”
Buckeye Lake shall rise again.