Tag: Cantwell Cliffs

  • Winter at Cantwell Cliffs – can’t be done without Spikes

    Winter at Cantwell Cliffs – can’t be done without Spikes


    First Trip

    On January 20, around 4pm, Luna and I pulled into the Cantwell Cliffs trailhead inside Hocking Hills State Park. This is a place known for deep sandstone gorges, rugged terrain, and a waterfall that peeks over the cliff edge in wetter seasons. Cantwell Cliffs sits in a more remote and quieter area of Hocking Hills. It is no less dramatic in its geology and vibes though. 

    Cantwell CLiffs brown park signage in the snow
    Cantwell Cliffs

    This trail is carved by the erosion of water through Blackhand sandstone, forming towering cliffs up to 150. And of course my favorite type: unique narrow passages like Fat Woman’s Squeeze. 

    Winter had settled in hard this week. The stone steps that lead down toward the waterfall, steps that usually give way to moss, soil, and leaf litter, now completely glazed in ice. Around 0.4 miles in, with Luna leashed and alert but feeling my unsure cues, we turned back. I have to listen then instinct speaks, my instincts told me we had gone far enough. The air was cold, the footing slick, and every step demanded focus. I don’t take dangerous risks in this manner. We turned back at the top of the frozen steps, crocs crunching ice on the trail and silence surrounding us.


    Axton in Jeans and a Yellow jacket, Kelsey in a black jacket behind axton, and kylie with a peace sign up behind axton aswell at cantwell cliffs
    Kylie, Kelso, &Axton

    Return Trip: January 23 with Company and Better Eyes on the Trail

    A few days later, on January 23, I returned with my partner and our friend Kylie, a perfect team for winter hiking. Sharp eyes, quick laughs, and an easy readiness to pivot plans when conditions demand it. The trail, a loop with both rim and canyon routes, was still icy, our confidence grew as we descended beyond the first switchback. 

    We made it farther this time, to where the waterfall usually tumbles over the cliff’s edge. Today the water wasn’t exactly falling, it was frozen. The rest of the trail simply impassable without traction devices. The ice was thick, smooth, and unyielding, a reminder that winter beauty can be equal parts breathtaking and brutal. So we called it there, admired the frozen gorge and soaked in the steep walls rising around us. 


    Comment and share a time you knew you should turn around. What was the moment you knew the risk was not one you needed to take? How did you prepare better for your next visit?


    Frozen waterfall at cantwell cliffs.
    Cantwell cliffs frozen waterfall

    Trail Realities

    Cantwell Cliffs’ trails are moderate to strenuous. They are a mix of rim views and valley floor loops that can take one to two miles to complete. The stairs and rock steps that are fun in spring and fall become tricky in winter without gear. This hike is one where maps matter, muddy or frozen conditions demand caution, and everyone, dogs included, need attentive footing. 

    The park allows well-behaved pets on leash, so Luna’s presence was completely in line with trail etiquette. But winter on ice makes most four-legged friends slower and more cautious. 


    Gear on the Way: Poles, Headlamps, Spikes

    I already ordered hiking poles and a couple of headlamps. Incoming night hikes? DUH! Those poles will add balance and support on uneven rock steps to say the least. Next on the list is spikes. Microspikes or traction devices that bite into ice and make icy slopes climbable rather than perilous. On the next order, spikes are a priority. We may save the full trail for spring melt. Water flow will return to the falls and the trail will soften underfoot.


    Ledges view from inbetween them at Cantwell Cliffs
    I love Rocks!!

    Cantwell Cliffs in Context: History, Geology & What Makes It Worth It

    Cantwell Cliffs is not just a destination for waterfall views. It’s a State Nature Preserve with history dating from its conservation roots in the early 1900s. Formal preserve designation happened here in the 1970s. Remarkable and remaining still one of the less visited, more rugged parts of Hocking Hills. The gorge and cliff walls were formed over millions of years as Blackhand sandstone eroded. Thus creating deep box canyons, overhangs, and passages that feel alive with time. 

    That raw geology is what makes winter hikes like this one special. The trees are bare so contours pop in the light. You can almost read layers of stone like a palimpsest. Waterfalls turn to glassy ice sculptures waiting for a safer season to sing again. 


    Looking Ahead: When the Water Really Falls

    If you wait for spring snowmelt and seasonal rain, Cantwell Cliffs often contains a beautiful fall. Though modest yet lovely it cascade over the rock shelter that feels earned after the descent. 

    Winter is beautiful, but spring may be our comeback. Poles, daylight stretching, and warmer ground.

    Cantwell Cliffs reminded us of what winter hiking really asks: patience, respect for conditions, humility, and the willingness to turn back. When instincts give you blessings rather than push forward you listen to the warning, and you come back. Luna was safe, we were safe, and the cliffs still stand ready for the next chapter.


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    Conkles Hollow
    Conkles Hollow Gorge


    mid way down the steps view
    I could stay here for a while.
  • Winter Quiet at Conkle’s Hollow: Gorge Trail Snow-Covered Hike

    Winter Quiet at Conkle’s Hollow: Gorge Trail Snow-Covered Hike


    Wide of the creek you cross to get to the gorge and rim trail heads.
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    The Walk

    On December 4, 2025, I dramatically layered up. I’m saying multiple layers, coveralls, a heated jacket, hiking shoes, 3 pairs of socks, multiple sweaters, and more! Then I headed out the lower gorge of Conkle’s Hollow State Nature Preserve. Of course I had to have friends with me so Skylar, the baby, strapped in. We found something rare… peace. No chatter, no other hikers, just the hush of winter slowing everything down. Literally not one other car at Conkles hollow beside a forest employee is UNHEARD OF!

    We followed the path up to the first waterfall, just past where the concrete path ends. From there the trail becomes rougher. A little too uneven, icy, and rocky. Totally not ideal when you’re carrying or walking with a little one. So we paused the adventure there, grateful for what we saw, and turned back. Safety first, always.

    Axton all layered up, bright yellow jacket and jeans showing, goofing off in the Grotto at Conkles Hollow in Hocking Hills, Ohio.
    The Grotto

    The gorge in winter has a ghostly hush to it. Frozen trickles, patches of ice along the creek, stones dusted with snow, frost clinging to moss and rock. And we just got a nice bit of snow. To me it felt like walking inside a memory, or a dream. The cliffs loomed high, silent sentinels watching over the narrow floor beneath.

    Even with the smaller hike (1.2 miles), coupled with the 29 degrees Fahrenheit the baby didn’t seem to mind. I felt the weight of quiet, with the kind of calm that demands you slow your breath, and your thoughts. That alone the silence, the cold, the hush, honestly made the hike worth it.

    Even if you account the 5+ feral and ethereal gut wrenching screams I let out. I got the baby to join but Sky wouldn’t even try.

    Frost flowers peaking out of soil and snowfall!
    Frost Flowers

    I only just learned about “frost flowers” earlier in the morning the day of this hike! These are surreal little winter magic flowers. What you’re seeing isn’t a true bloom, but thin ribbons of ice exiled from plant stems. This happens when cold air hits sap‑rich plants while the ground is still warm. Water gets drawn up from the roots, freezes in the stem, cracks it open, and then slowly seeps out and crystallizes in delicate, sheets of ice… fragile and fleeting, often gone by mid‑morning once sun or warmth touches them.

    A Month Ago Rim Trail,

    11/8/2025

    Axton sit's on the edge of a cliff on Conkles Hollow Rim trail

    A few weeks earlier, on November 8 my momma’s death anniversary, and a day I dedicate to celebrating her. Kylie and I walked the rim trail on the top of the rock walls at Conkles Hollow. The contrast between that high, exposed cliff line covered in early Autumn bliss and the now frozen ravine beneath struck hard.

    I remember sitting on a sandstone edge, dangling my legs over the drop, taking in the leaves changing colors for mile in the forest, valley. Up there the wind carried memories, grief, quiet gratitude. Down below the gorge held silence and survival. And I now got to see just how high my seat really was. I basically had to do a backbend to see the top of the cliff from the gorge trail!

    Conkle's Hollow Rim trail, one of many overlooks boasting autumn leaf treetop views, clear skys, and stone cliffs

    Walking the rim gave me perspective… on loss, on smallness, on beauty. Walking the gorge later with Skylar gave me gratitude… for warmth, life, safety, and the chance to bring new memory into old stone.

    Why Conkle’s Hollow Means Something

    Deeper

    Conkle’s Hollow lies carved into the ancient bed of Black Hand Sandstone. These formed roughly 350 million years ago when this land was under a shallow sea. Over time, sands and silts compressed and hardened. Later Earth’s shifting gave rise to uplift, and water carved deep gullies and gorges into this sandstone. And that erosion sculpted the cliffs and narrow ravines you see today. 

    Cliffs of nearly 200 feet tower above a gorge so tight in places it’s only 100 feet across.  Inside the gorge the micro‑climate supports ferns, hemlocks, hardwood trees, mosses and wildflowers. Deep shade, cool air, damp rock, and sometimes timelessness. 

    The preserve was purchased by the state in 1925, and dedicated as a protected area in 1977. This means these ancient cliffs and narrow depths are preserved, free for folks to walk through and reflect on age and time. 

    What to Know: Tips + Safety for a Winter Baby Hike

    Lower Gorge trail: mostly paved or flat at first, but rougher after the concrete ends. Icy snow and uneven footing make anything past the first waterfall risky when carrying a baby or holding their hand. Dress in warm layers! I had three sweaters, three pants, and coveralls. Under a heated jacket. Hiking shoes with grip are essential when snow or ice coat stones or wood. Stay on marked trails. Cliffs rise high up to 200 feet and rims above the gorge are beautiful but dangerous when wet or icy.  In winter the gorge is almost silent. So no crowds, no summer moisture but, that also means less water from the falls, and colder, steeper, slick-er terrain.

    Caves, cliffs, rock walls, snow, and not one waterfall in sight.
    The “waterfall” pp

    Nearby Trails & Bonus Stops Continue the Hocking Hills Journey

    If you liked Conkle’s and want to wander more in the region, check these spots:

    Cantwell Cliffs State Nature Preserve about 7 miles from Conkle’s Hollow on S.R. 374. Deep gorge, rugged terrain, canyon-like passageways and spring wildflowers. A great “next time” option for us since we had planned to go there before I became starved!

    Rock House State Nature Preserve a “cave” cut into Black Hand Sandstone cliffs. Tunnel‑like, dramatic, offers a contrast to open gorge and rim walks. 

    Good for slow days, clear skies, or scratching your itch for hidden magic.

    Reflection Loss, Life, Little Feet on Old Stone

    Walking those cliffs and that gorge reminded me just how small I am… how fleeting we all are. Rock 350 million years young, carved slow over eons by water and time?! Well now compared to that, my grief and memories feel small.

    Walking with the baby and my buddy down that gorge, past icy stones and silent walls, I felt something bigger. A bridge between the ancient, the lost, and the living. A chance to carve a new memory in the old stones of the world.

    That’s the power of this land. It is timeless but alive. Harsh but beautiful. And it allows you hush your grief into the quiet of a winter gorge, and come out lighter.


    Links Rim trail rock house permits