Another American Adventure: re-crossing the Ohio River on the way back

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

re-crossing the Ohio River on the way back

This is coming back into Cincinnati from the KY side, getting ready to re-cross that Ohio River (for the 1st time) on the way back to Pittsburgh. I finally finished the 30-hour audio book - 11-22-63 by Stephen King - that I had been listening to since the trip from Florida in late April. I have never considered myself a Stephen King fan, but I really did enjoy listening to this book and would highly recommend it, especially if you have a long road trip. It made the driving easy!

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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.