from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. A path along a canal or river used by animals towing boats.
from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License
- n. a path alongside a canal or river, originally for horses towing barges, now more often used as a footpath
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. A path traveled by men or animals in towing boats; -- called also towing path.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. The path on the bank of a canal or river along which draft-animals travel when towing boats.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. a path along a canal or river used by animals towing boats
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I finally went for a walk along the canal towpath, which is indeed very beautiful, and only a few minutes outside Princeton!
Then nothing but the towpath, which is the path on one side of the canal where the mules walk when they drag the canal boats.
"To me, the towpath is a highway for potential customers," Kay said.
Commuting any distance daily to work in the boat wasn't on; bicycle along the towpath was the transport of choice.
Overview: “Stretching 136 miles from Cumberland, Md., to Duquesne, Pa., the trail links to the C&O Canal towpath that starts in Washington, D.C., creating a blissfully traffic-free cyclists 'haven.”
And if you are looking for an easy (but beautiful!) hike, try hiking the Potomac Heritage Trail from the Key Bridge to the Chain Bridge and then cross the Chain Bridge and return via the C&O Canal towpath.
Soon we'll be visiting the Cathedral in Reims, touring the cellars of world-class Champagne houses, strolling the towpath and walking the Chemin des Dames, the women's way.
We cycled for ages along the cool towpath beneath the trees before reaching a village where we had lunch and watched the people and the boats go by, people-watching in cafes – one of your favourite sports; you would have been in your element.
It was only the next morning, stumbling in pig-headed D-L defiance along a never-ending Oxfordshire towpath, drenched in sweat, pursued by geese, already sliding haplessly into inexcusable lateness, that I began to sense a trap.
For years now Ruby hadnt dared to walk along the towpath, but she could just manage sitting above it, on the top of the three steep stone steps out the back of Captins Fried Fish Shop, with her back safely pressed against the doorframe.