Today, I was supposed to knock out three hikes and make up for some lost time. But, with the temperature in the single digits this morning when I started to head out, I thought I’d rather just curl up with a pot of coffee and get some busy work done. (Hiking in sub-zero temps may be OK with The Real Hiking Viking, but not for Cassie. Though I am enjoying watching his hike progress.) I was going to hike Shawnee Lookout today, but instead I’ll fill you in on some of the history of my second-favorite local park. Then next weekend, we’ll see how my lungs fare on its trails.
Look and you’ll see another tiny, quiet river town with a quaint historic district loaded with shops and locally owned businesses. Look closer and you’ll find layers of history hiding some real American heroes.
Along the river are a lot of those little blink-and-you-miss-them towns. You know the kind that have a sign saying, “Welcome,” then 10 feet later one saying “Thank you for visiting.” They’re charming, usually hiding some kind of gem – either a great locally-owned shop or restaurant, or someone with a great life story. One thing you can count on is they always have a story to tell.
For something that supposed to be “enchanting,” New Mexico was anything but the first two times I passed through. But the third time – now that was the charm.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but what if the picture leaves you with no words, just feelings of shock and despair? That’s how I felt after visiting the site the bloodiest one day of battle in American history.
Long drives on quiet Sunday mornings come with big rewards. While I was hunting Underground Railroad locations in southern Ohio, I rediscovered a nondescript white house with ties to a Civil War general and former President. It was a reminder that no matter where you begin in life, you never know where you may end up.
We checked out a creepy small town, stayed at an equally creepy historic hotel and reunited young lovers.
I’m breaking my no-preview rule because I am just so gosh-darned excited for my summer adventures!
The more I explore Kentucky, the more surprised I am by how many very interesting and beautiful things lurk in the next holler. One of the places that inspired me recently was a small village just south of Maysville, Ky. When I walk on flagstone sidewalks along Main Street, it’s easy to imagine hearing the clop of hooves on the road. What is harder to imagine is the impact the people of this blip on the map have had on the world.
Looking for a day trip in Southwestern Ohio? There are seven covered bridges in about a 70-square-mile area, surrounded by picturesque scenery, great places to shop and good places to eat.