Another American Adventure: Crossing the Ohio River 3 times

Monday, May 28, 2012

Crossing the Ohio River 3 times

This past weekend I ventured to KY for a Hagan family reunion, leaving John and Jubilee back in Cranberry TWP. It was a very hot weekend - hazy and glare-y everywhere. Just west of Pittsburgh I crossed the Ohio River and headed west toward West Virginia ...

Coming through Wheeling, West Virginia, I cross the Ohio River once again and enter Ohio ...

Followed this little orange and white trailer for awhile, and wondered how livable it could be for long road adventures ...

Noted the billboards ....

Came into Cincinnati ...

And crossed the Ohio River yet one more time ...

... into KENTUCKY.

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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.