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  • Buzzard Roost Hike & Serpent Mound: Southern Ohio Day Trip

    Last night I excitedly set my alarms for 7:00am, 7:05am, and 7:10am. I was awake and in the shower by 6:15 am. I set my clothes out and had my hiking sack packed all up before bed as well. Three different charger types, two battery packs, a selfie stick/ tripod, a notebook, sharpie, pens, first aid kit, multiple waters, grinder, cones, jar of weed, flash light, hand sanitizer, and sunglasses in tow. I made it to Starbucks by 7:11am. I typically don’t go there but Sky chose the beverages this morning.

    The Trek Into Edge of Appalachia

    It was a drive of roughly 2 hours and 17 minutes when Skyler, her new friend, the baby, and I hit the road from Sky’s place. Our destination: Buzzardroost Rock Trail, part of the Edge of Appalachia Preserve in Adams County, Ohio. Though many sources list the trail as 4.4 miles round trip with a moderate difficulty, my watch clocked about 6 miles. It maybe the side loops, pauses, and a bit of wandering.

    We arrived to near silence. And only one other car joined us at the lot. The trailhead hosts a small booth run by two men who asked visitors to leave reviews via QR code or by filling a hand questionnaire. I liked that dual option… inclusive, versatile. They are from some organization forgive me for allowing the name to slip.

    The trail winds through mixed woodlands and prairie remnants. You cross several geologic layers: including Estill shale, Lily/Bisher/Peebles dolomites, and Ohio Shale. The preserve’s management protects rare plant communities by asking hikers to stay on boardwalks and overlook platforms. Which we did when I mention wondering around I mean on clearly marked trails to small lookouts and cliffs.

    Elevation gain is moderate, footing can be rooty or slippery, especially after rain . The payoff: when you crest to the overlook, the vista opens wide over Ohio Brush Creek Valley. From that cliff you may spot turkey vultures (buzzards) gliding the namesake of the place. Though I thought it might be have been named because they doo poo on the hand rail at the look out so don’t touch!

    I found a painted rock tucked near the overlook trailhead, with a floral front and a Bible verse on the back (John 3:17). I’m not religious, but the message: “you don’t know what is planned for you.” Was like an echo in that wild place. Yesterday, at Glenford Fort Preserve, I picked up two other painted rocks; I keep them as small tokens of the journey.

    We finished in about three hours including breaks. The trail was clean, the signs clear, and the natural diversity compelling.

    Lunchtime & The Serpent Mound detour

    After the hike we grabbed a quick lunch at McDonald’s not glamorous, but practical. We then drove roughly 35 minutes to Serpent Mound in Peebles, Ohio. This was a perfect mid-return detour. The museum was closed, and the fire tower is under reconstruction, so our visit was limited to the outside paths and overlook.

    Serpent Mound is a prehistoric effigy earthwork shaped like a serpent, extending about 1,300–1,376 feet in length and varying from 1 to 3 feet in height.  Archaeologists have long debated its builders. Early theory favored the Adena culture (~300 BCE) but more recent work suggests possible later reconstruction by the Fort Ancient culture (~A.D. 1000).

    The serpent’s head faces east, often aligning with solar events. And some people believe it marks the summer solstice sunset.  Beneath it lies the Serpent Mound Impact Crater (aka Serpent Mound Disturbance), an eroded meteorite impact structure estimated at ~8 km diameter (5 mi) with an age younger than 320 million years. The unusual geology here likely influenced indigenous peoples’ decision to locate the effigy along the rim. 

    Walking around the coils, tail, and head is haunting. It feels like walking along a living myth, tracing the centuries in soil and stones.

    House of Phacops Rock Shop: Hidden Gem

    A short drive from the mound sits House of Phacops (Alternate Universe Rock Shop) in Peebles, Ohio (29894 State Route 41)  . This shop doubles as a Trilobite Gallery and fossil/mineral store. It’s about 3 miles from Serpent Mound. 

    Tom Johnson, the owner, is well known in fossil circles. The shop features specimens, handmade crystal jewelry, carved items, art, and more. It sits on the southeastern edge of the same impact crater and above a deep fault zone. Some believe this location emits a “positive energy” because of its geology.

    Inside, I scored:

    A small meteor piece which was a free gift. I bought a u.v. glowing chunk of the meteor that struck the mound and a malachite necklace for my sister. I had a Conversation with Ton about his recent trip to mine Herkimer diamonds in New York.

    Seeing that orangutan statue deck to climb was whimsical; it gave a fun, quirky moment in an otherwise earth-heavy day.

    The deck at the rock and mineral gallery in Peebles, Ohio
    I love this awesome find

    Notes on Herkimer Diamonds (for future trips)

    Herkimer diamonds are double-terminated quartz crystals found in Herkimer County, NY. They’re prized for clarity, natural facets, and their “diamond-like” aesthetics. Many rockhounds plan overnight or multi-day trips to harvest them.

    This was one of those travel days that blends the wild, the ancient, and the quirky. Hiking along biodiversity-rich slopes, peering out over hills from high rock, then stepping into time at Serpent Mound, and finally touching pieces of skystone in a curious shop. It all felt like a grounding experience.

    If I go back, I’ll time better: visit the museum at Serpent Mound, climb the reconstructed tower, join a crater geology tour from Phacops, and maybe sneak in an early morning hike to avoid crowds. And yes! I’ll chase those Herkimers next summer.

    If not before then!

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  • Anything New Counts: Try It Already

    Anything New Counts: Try It Already

    What could you try for the first time?

    Drum roll

    So here’s a revelation that’s about as obvious as the sky being blue: anything you haven’t done before is, by definition, something you could try for the first time. I know, mind-blowing, right? You don’t need a bucket list, a guru, or a weekend retreat in the Himalayas to achieve “first-time” status. You just need to pick literally anything you’ve never done and… spoiler alert… do it.

    Think about it. You could try eating a weird flavor of potato chips.

    You could try talking to that stranger who looks vaguely judgmental at the coffee shop.

    You could try balancing a spoon on your nose like a toddler on a sugar high.

    Anything.

    It’s new.

    It’s fresh.

    And it counts.

    There is no “too small” or “too silly.” If it’s something you haven’t done before, congratulations: you’re officially a pioneer of your own life.

    Why does this matter? Because we spend so much time overthinking, planning, and waiting for the “perfect first-time experience” that we forget how incredibly simple the concept is. The magic isn’t in the grandeur; it’s in the novelty. Trying something for the first time. Yes, even something absurdly minor, activates curiosity, forces your brain to pay attention, and gives you bragging rights without needing a medal.

    Let’s be real:

    If you weren’t already,

    life is mostly mundane, repetitive, and slightly disappointing. Trying new things is how you trick the universe into giving you a little spark of fun. And if it goes horribly? Even better, you now have a hilarious story that no one else has.

    That, my friends, is first-time glory.

    So stop overthinking it.

    Look around. Pick something.

    Anything. That sock you’ve never worn on the other foot.

    That podcast you swore was “not your thing.”

    That weird dance move in the grocery store aisle.

    If you haven’t done it yet, it counts.

    It’s your first time. And yes, doing it makes you smart, funny, and slightly rebellious. Yes, all at once. Or whatever your aim is to be.

    The takeaway?

    Life doesn’t need to be complicated. First times don’t need to be epic. You just need to try something new, even if it’s something small, ridiculous, or completely unnecessary. Anything you haven’t done before is officially fair game. So go ahead and embrace that inner smartass. Then go make the ordinary feel like a first.

    Even if you’re just climbing a rock wall for the first time, eating sushi, or self-publishing. All firsts matter no matter how small or big.

    You deserve it so pal! (I’m so serious)

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  • Four-Year First Date Anniversary, Autumn Adventures, & cute creations

    Four-Year First Date Anniversary, Autumn Adventures, & cute creations

    A Heartfelt Tradition: Crafting the Spooky Anniversary Basket

    Each year, I commemorate our first date by creating a unique, spooky-themed flower arrangement for Kelsey. This tradition began four years ago and has since become a cherished ritual. For this anniversary, I curated a book basket of items that blend our shared love for Halloween.

    Nightmare Before Christmas Pajama Set: A cozy nod to one of their favorite films A Matching Socks and Slippers: To keep their feet warm during the chilly autumn nights. Sensory Squishies: Including squishy eyeballs, cats, and pumpkins, adding a playful touch to the flowers and boo basket. Handcrafted Basket for flowers: Painted with red spray dye to mimic dripping blood, adorned with roses, sunflowers, and strategically placed squishies, all draped in faux spiderwebs.

    This basket isn’t just a gift; it’s a manifestation of my love, a tangible expression of our journey together.

    Axton and kelso making shadow trail hearts on a walk they shared for their 4 year anniversary
    Shadow trail hearts

    A Scenic Hike: Exploring the Ohio Canal Greenway

    After kelso went through the basket, we embarked on a hike along the Ohio Canal Greenway in Hebron. This 3.0-mile trail, starting at Canal Park and extending to State Route 79, offers a serene walk through shaded paths bordered by farm fields and remnants of the historic Ohio and Erie Canal  .

    Our walk led us to a picturesque covered bridge, a highlight of the trail, where we paused to reflect and enjoy the tranquility of the surroundings. The hike was not just a physical journey but a metaphor for our relationship: steady, enduring, and beautiful.

    Autumn Traditions: Dupler’s Pumpkin Land

    No anniversary celebration is complete without a visit to Dupler’s Pumpkin Land in Newark. This local gem, located at 5766 Jacksontown Road, has been a part of our fall traditions for the past four years  .

    At Dupler’s, we handpicked a variety of pumpkins and gourds, including one unique pink and blue one, and gathered squash to decorate our home. The farm also boasts attractions like a corn maze, wagon rides, and a haunted room, making it a fun-filled experience for all ages  .

    They also have emus! You can hand feed them! Each year Kelso and I giggle and squeal as we try to hand feed the dinosaurs with feathers and get scared. But this year I fed both! They both bit me! And it doesn’t even hurt! Plus I got it all on video!

    Crafting Memories: Handmade Jewelry and Reflective Moments

    Returning home, I channeled the day’s inspiration into creating handmade necklaces. These pieces, crafted from the rocks I just finished polishing from Lake Erie include polished fossils, granites, quartz, and more!

    As I worked, I reflected on the journey we’ve share. All the challenges, the growth, and the unwavering support. Each necklace will be available on Etsy shortly!

    A Day to Remember

    This anniversary wasn’t just about celebrating the past; it was about cherishing the present and looking forward to the future. From the thoughtful basket to the scenic hike, the pumpkin patch adventures, and the creative endeavors, every moment was a testament to our love and shared passions.

    As we continue to build our life together, I am reminded of the importance of tradition, creativity, and the simple joys that make our relationship unique. What is a tradition you love doing in your relationship? Tell me about it in the comments here or write a post on your blog and tag me!

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  • One Selfless Wish: Imagining Equality and Freedom for All

    One Selfless Wish: Imagining Equality and Freedom for All

    Prompt:

    A stranger offers you one wish, but it must be selfless: what do you wish for?

    Answer / Reflection:

    If I could make one selfless wish, it would be for equality, freedom, and equal rights for all humans everywhere. In a world so divided by wealth, power, and privilege, imagining a reality where everyone has the same opportunities, protections, and freedoms is not just idealistic… it’s essential.

    Equality isn’t about giving everyone the same thing; it’s about removing barriers that prevent people from living fully. Freedom isn’t just the absence of oppression… it’s the ability to pursue one’s passions, speak one’s truth, and exist without fear. A selfless wish like this could ripple across generations, changing lives in ways no single person could imagine.

    This wish may not be simple, but it’s universal. It’s for the person struggling in silence, the family denied rights, the communities still fighting for recognition. It’s for the world we can choose to create if empathy, justice, and courage guide us.

    Selfless wishes force us to look beyond ourselves and consider the collective good. Asking, “What would I wish for if it weren’t about me?” challenges us to imagine a better world, and more importantly, to work toward it in our everyday lives. Today, my selfless wish is equality, freedom, and equal rights for all. And a reminder that change begins with vision, empathy, and action.

    If a stranger offered you one wish but they told you it had to be selfless what would you wish for? Make your own list and tag me or tell me here in the comments.

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  • Third Time’s the Charm at Sylvania Rock Park: Dolostone Finds and a Climb to the Top

    Third Time’s the Charm at Sylvania Rock Park: Dolostone Finds and a Climb to the Top

    Third Time’s the Charm at Sylvania Rock Park

    A Familiar Stop with New Surprises:

    This was my third visit to Sylvania Rock Park since summer began. Yet, this one wasn’t planned for fossils like the previous two trips. On the way back from Michigan, we decided to stretch our legs and wander the quarry loop. I’d been here before (as noted) and my garage shop shelves are already full of enough fossils to tell those stories. This trip wasn’t about searching. It was about being out there again, surrounded by the sound of gravel underfoot and the steady hum of October wind. It was also about sharing the quarry and the experience with others.

    The Quarry Trail:

    The quarry trail still winds around that broad, open heart of the park. With stone ledges, soft forest edges, and a quiet reminder that this whole place was carved by work. Many many years before it was reclaimed by stillness. The light filtered just right that afternoon, the kind that makes you look down and notice every sparkle.

    That’s when it happened. A glint off a rock caught my eye. Not a fossil this time. This was something smoother, paler. Dolostone. The sunlight hit one piece just right, and before long, we had pockets full of them. It wasn’t a hunt; it was a stumble into beauty. Dolostone, also known as dolomite, has this quiet sheen to it, like limestone that learned how to catch light instead of reflect it. Some were pretty flashy, and they felt like a reward.

    The Climb

    At the park’s entrance, there are two man-made climbing boulders. You know the multi-sided, textured, meant for anyone brave enough to try. Did I mention no tether? We decided to test ourselves, each of us picking a spot to climb. Out of the four of us, I was the only one who made it all the way to the top. It wasn’t about proving anything, but standing there heart racing a little… I couldn’t help but grin. That small victory felt earned, like the kind of win that sneaks up on you the same way those dolostones did.

    Sometimes the Best Finds Aren’t Searched For:

    That’s what this trip was. No plan, no checklist. Just a stop on the way home that turned into a pocket full of stones and a memory worth keeping. Sylvania Rock Park keeps surprising me. And even after three visits, there’s always something different waiting, if you slow down enough to see it.

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  • Part Two- National Coming Out Day Reflection

    Part Two- National Coming Out Day Reflection

    The Second Coming Out

    National Coming Out Day isn’t just about one announcement. It’s about every version of ourselves we’ve had to reintroduce to the world and to ourselves.

    This is Part 2 of my coming out story. The first time, I came out as a lesbian. This time, I came out as me.

    The Second Time Someone Saw It Before I Did

    I was 19 when I met an out trans man for the first time. It was at a wedding, and he came up to me like he already knew something I didn’t.

    He said, “Oh my god, it’s so cool to meet someone like us in public.”

    I glitched. I remember thinking, What does he mean, “like us”? I didn’t think he was right, but I also couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wasn’t aware he was trans I just saw a cis man and I was so confused.

    It was one of those moments that doesn’t make sense until years later.

    The Quiet Realization

    Fast forward to when I was 21. I was in an online community space surrounded. This man was filming a Q&A video, answering random questions, when it just… hit.

    I started asking the influencer questions about t and transitioning etc.

    And I thought, Wait a minute. Maybe that guy was trans at the wedding.

    I laughed it off at first. Said thing to myself like, “No, bro.” But, Deep down, I knew something had shifted.

    That’s when I realized: I wasn’t a lesbian who looked masculine. I was a trans man who had finally found the words for what had always been there.

    Transition and Transformation

    At the time, I was in a long-term relationship with a lesbian partner. I didn’t say anything right away. I didn’t feel like I had the space to explain myself.

    My identity wasn’t up for debate, and it didn’t need validation to be real.

    A little while later, I moved to Las Vegas, started testosterone, and began living fully as myself. Two years after that, I got top surgery.

    Now, I’ve been on T for almost 11 years, and post-op for nearly 9.

    No spectacle. No huge reveal.

    I just made a post, changed my name everywhere, and kept living.

    Coming out as a trans man wasn’t some cinematic event. It was quiet, steady, necessary.

    It was me updating my social media, me existing without apology, me living a truth that had been simmering under the surface since long before I even had the language for it.

    Every year on National Coming Out Day, I think back to both moments. To the young girl who came out as a lesbian, and the man who came out as himself.

    Both were acts of courage. Both were survival. Both were me.

    Coming out isn’t a one-time performance. It’s a lifetime of peeling back layers until you recognize yourself: fully, completely, without shame.

    I came out twice.

    Once for who I loved.

    Once for who I am.

    And both times, I chose to live.

    Because that’s what coming out really is. It is choosing life, truth, and freedom, again and again.

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  • Part 1 — National Coming Out Day Reflection

    Part 1 — National Coming Out Day Reflection

    The Beginning of Owning My Truth

    In eighth grade, I told my best friend at the time that I had to tell her something. Before I could even say it, she looked at me and said, “What, you like girls?”

    No duh, me too.

    That moment was my quiet entry into honesty. It was not a big speech, not a dramatic scene, just truth spoken aloud. I told a few other friends. Most didn’t care, one freaked out a little. You know, the classic “ew, we slept in the same bed!?” comment. In my usual fashion, I just told her, “Yeah, no shit. Doesn’t mean it was anything weird. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I’m into all girls.”

    It wasn’t some grand parade or rainbow banner moment. I just stopped hiding it from all my homies.

    High School and Small Town Silence

    I grew up in small-ass Martins Ferry, Ohio. A tiny town, tight gossip circles, everyone knowing everyone’s business. I graduated in 2010, and there were maybe three out lesbians in my class. The rest were “straight in public” or “hush-hush about it.”

    I wasn’t loud about my sexuality in high school. But the moment I was no longer a student, I made my Facebook and MySpace say “interested in women.” No more hiding, no more pretending. Just existing.

    Family Reactions and Reality Checks

    My mom’s best friend was a lesbian who came out in the early 1980s, so she didn’t have much to say beyond not wanting it “broadcasted” to my little sisters. They were nine at the time. But my younger cousins told them. It wasn’t like they knew better.

    One sister said she didn’t care. The other said “ew,” but she got over it fast enough. Kids echo what they hear. And they learn what we show them.

    But there was one adult man, a friend of my mom’s. He was much older than me, always joking that he’d “take me on a date when I turned 18.” Everyone would laugh like it was harmless. I knew it wasn’t.

    Sure enough, once I turned 18, he messaged me on Facebook asking me out. I told him, “Dude, I’m with my girlfriend. I’m gay.”

    He flipped out, said I “lied” instead of just saying no. But I wasn’t lying. I was telling the truth, my truth. But he just couldn’t handle it.

    Looking Back on Coming Out

    Back then, coming out wasn’t about attention or pride flags. It was about not lying anymore. It was survival in small-town Ohio. And being honest even if nobody clapped for it.

    When I think about National Coming Out Day, I think about that moment in eighth grade. The one where I said, “Yeah, I like girls.” I think about every time after that when I had to say it again. Whether that was to friends, to family, to strangers who thought they had a say in it.

    This is Part 1 of my story… the first step in a much longer journey.

    Part 2 will come later today. It’s about when I came out again, not as a lesbian.

    Because coming out isn’t one moment. It’s a lifetime of moments: each one a little braver, a little louder, a little more you.

    Today, on National Coming Out Day, I remember that younger version of me. Who was scared, quiet, and honest anyway. The one who chose quiet truth in small towns where everyone knew your name.

    I came out as a lesbian first. I came out as myself second. Both are chapters worth telling. Both matter.

    Because every story of coming out whether it’s whispered, shouted, or written down… reminds someone else they’re not alone.

    Stay tuned for Part 2: Coming Out as me.

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  • Not Escaping—Just Living: Why Hiking Isn’t About Running Away

    Not Escaping—Just Living: Why Hiking Isn’t About Running Away

    Hiking journal prompt : What are you running away from out here?

    There’s something about stepping onto a trail that feels like coming home. The air changes. The noise quiets. The mind unclenches. Hiking, for me, isn’t about escaping. And it’s about belonging somewhere the rest of the world seems to have forgotten. When I head into the woods, I’m not running from life; I’m walking straight into it. Every sound, every smell, every touch of sunlight through the trees reminds me what it means to be here.

    The Misunderstood Prompt

    I’ve seen the prompt a dozen times:

    “What are you running away from?”

    And every time, I roll my eyes.

    Because I’m not running.

    I’m walking and it is done intentionally, deliberately into something better.

    People seem to think hiking or wandering into the woods must be about escape. About running from stress, pain, or responsibility. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. Some of us aren’t escaping; we’re returning.

    Hiking as Connection, Not Escape

    Nature has never been about avoidance for me. It’s about connection. It’s where I can breathe air that doesn’t taste like electricity and exhaust. It’s where I can hear my thoughts echo off canyon walls instead of drowning in noise. It’s where I process. And not because I’m hiding, but because I can.

    Why I Hike

    There’s something about standing at the base of a waterfall, water roaring louder than any voice in your head, that reminds you how small and infinite you are all at once.

    Or the way a rock formation curves like Earth sculpted itself out of curiosity.

    The clear streams, the swimming holes nobody’s touched but the wind, the silence that hums with life. It all of it feels like beauty that demands presence, not avoidance.

    The Joy of Simplicity

    And you know what else? It’s inexpensive joy.

    It doesn’t always require subscriptions, equipment, or luxury.

    It typically asks only for time and attention: two things society has taught us to ration like currency.

    We live in a world that keeps us glued to screens, boxed inside jobs that drain more than they fill. Hiking is rebellion in motion. It’s choosing to step out of that cycle. And not to run from it, but to remember what living actually feels like.

    Not Running Away—Running With It

    So no, I’m not trying to escape anything.

    I’m not running from the world.

    I’m running with it.

    Every step on a trail, every rock I turn over, every scent of pine or honeysuckle that stops me in my tracks, is a reminder that I belong here. That we all do.

    So next time you see someone wandering deep into the trees, don’t assume they’re lost or running away. Maybe they just know something you’ve forgotten:

    The wilderness doesn’t demand reasons.

    It only asks that you show up.

    Walking beside memory

    It’s also something that connects me deeply to my mother. Hiking was something we both loved, together and apart. Some of my favorite memories are of us out on trails, discovering wildflowers, or stopping just to listen to birds we couldn’t name. Now that she’s gone, hiking has become something sacred. It’s how I reach for her when I can’t call her. It’s how I feel closest to her… on those quiet trails where the world slows down enough for me to remember her laughter, her patience, and the way she always pointed out the smallest, most beautiful things I might have missed.

    Hiking isn’t about distance, it’s about depth.

    It’s not an act of escape; it’s an act of return. Out there, I remember who I am and where I came from. I find my mother in the wind, my peace in the rivers, and my purpose in the rhythm of my own steps. So no, I’m not running away. I’m finding my way home, over and over again.

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  • If I Had a Million Dollars to Give Away – Supporting TransOhio other Nonprofits

    If I Had a Million Dollars to Give Away – Supporting TransOhio other Nonprofits

    If you had a million dollars to give away, who would you give it to?

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    If I had a million dollars to give away, I wouldn’t hesitate… every cent would go to TransOhio and other transgender nonprofits across America. Right now, the political climate in the U.S. is hostile toward transgender people, with countless bills attacking trans rights, healthcare access, and youth protections in multiple states. Organizations like TransOhio are on the frontlines, offering essential resources, advocacy, and legal support to protect transgender lives.

    Funding these nonprofits isn’t charity. Yet, it’s a critical investment in human dignity, equality, and survival. Transgender communities face systemic discrimination, harassment, and targeted legislation designed to erase their rights. But by supporting them financially, I can help provide safe spaces, mental health services, legal defense, and community programming that keeps trans individuals (like me) and families alive, thriving, and visible in society.

    Giving to trans nonprofits nationwide also amplifies a ripple effect. Every local program, educational workshop, and advocacy effort contributes to a larger movement resisting oppression, dismantling misinformation, and fighting for civil rights. In a time when politicians and legislators increasingly threaten trans existence, this support isn’t optional… it’s necessary.

    So… if I had a million dollars, it would fuel the fight for equality, safety, and community. TransOhio and other trans nonprofits deserve more than just recognition. And they deserve tangible action. So, I’d use that money to make sure their work can continue, expand, and protect those who need it most.

  • Golden Light on the Trails: An Evening at Infirmary Mound Park

    Golden Light on the Trails: An Evening at Infirmary Mound Park

    Fleabane Axton N.O. Mitchell photographed at Glenford Ft preserve near Somerset, Ohio
    Fleabane

    Tonight, the woods whispered. At about 5 p.m. to 8 p.m., with the air soft and mild. At 65°F. I wandered Infirmary Mound Park with Skyler, her daughter, and a friend. We strolled slowly (about 1.58 miles total), savoring every curve of the Fairy Trail and the Mirror Lake Overlook Loop. We paused. We watched the sun drape itself in gold over quiet water and tree silhouettes. We listened.

    Nestled just south of Granville, Ohio, Infirmary Mound Park spans roughly 316 acres under the care of the Licking Park District. 

    It offers seven miles of mixed-use trails for hikers, bikers, and horseback riders. 

    One of the park’s quiet claims to ancient mystery is its namesake: the Infirmary Mound. Which is a prehistoric earthwork now reduced by centuries of cultivation. It’s subtle, almost hidden in the slope of the land, but carries a weight of past human presence. 

    Mirror Lake sits at the heart of the park and is a favored spot for still-water reflections and gentle paddling (kayaks, canoes, SUP are allowed)  .

    Near the lake is also the Wildflower / Fairy Trail, a whimsical loop (¼ mile) populated with “fairy houses,” wildflowers, and shaded woodland paths. 

    The Licking Park District has also invested in play and nature engagement: there’s a Nature Playscape honoring both hill and streamside ecology and the cultural history of the site. 

    Recent upgrades have added more inclusive play structures.

    If you want to explore more maps and layout: the park’s trail map shows color-coded segments like Blue (1.45 mi), White (0.85 mi), Green, Yellow, Red connectors, etc. 

    The mirror lake overlook trail during sunset at Infirmary Mound Park in Granville, Ohio

    Our Evening Walk

    We entered just before golden hour, the sun low but still lofty enough to pierce through the trees. Because we walked slow, the forest revealed itself more fully: a small mushrooms near roots, delicate wildflowers bowing, mossy trunks, occasional birds calling in the distances.

    Fungi spotted off the side of the trail in Granville, Ohio
    What a fun guy (fungi)

    On the fair trail (one of our chosen paths), the walk felt intimate: wood chips underfoot, soft shadows stretching, that shade-light dance you can only get just before dusk. The trail meandered, curling us through trees lined by tiny fairy homes.

    When we reached the Mirror Lake Overlook Loop, the moment struck. The lake’s surface was almost glass: silver, then gold, then purple as the sun leaned back. The overlook bench gave us a moment to pause. Smoke filled our lungs as we took in the views of: tree crowns, water reflections, and the slow breathing of evening.

    We paused often… to point out a flower, to watch a fish skim the surface, to listen to wind sift through oak leaves. No rush.

    By the time we looped back, dusk was already here, and colors folded into soft but darkened blues . Our pace carried us gently home.

    Reflections & Notes to Remember

    That 1.58 mi may have felt small, but we got far more in return: quiet conversation, time, softness. Even though Infirmary Mound is reduced in form, knowing people once shaped this land adds a haunting echo.  The park is open dawn to dusk.  Restroom facilities are vault-style, and the park welcomes pets (on leash).  Want to try the fairy trail? It’s short and enchanting. Remember it is only May through October. 

    Sunset reflecting off of mirror lake in Granville, ohio
    pre-sunset reflections on mirror lake