Tag: dog friendly trails

  • Early morning snow, slow steps on Robert’s Ridge & Valley

    Early morning snow, slow steps on Robert’s Ridge & Valley


    Luna in a pink and blue coat on a snow covered bench
    I know you all are actually here for these

    Luna and I slipped into Granville just after sunrise. The cold air would have been biting at my cheeks. However, I had a ski mask. 3-5 inches of snow dusting everything around us. The ridge-and-valley trail, rated moderate on All Trails was short enough to feel manageable even under slick, icy underfoot. This trail wound us into a hush only a heavy winter snow brings. We stepped carefully, Lunas dog boots crunching against snow and hidden ice. Yet, the forest around us hushed, still, listening.

    A found penis in the snow.
    This was too good to pass up! I didn’t make it but i definitely laughed!

    The old tennis courts near the trailhead are gone now. Where once we walked around the edges of morning tennis matches, now sat silence, empty ground, and memory. That absence felt right, emptied for the woods to reclaim.

    A snow covered bridge crossing a creek
    A snow covered bridge

    Ice underfoot made each step deliberate, thoughtful. That crisp quiet … that grey-blue dawn light pooling between tree trunks … felt sacred. We moved slow, careful, but alive nonetheless. The valley hollows, frozen underbrush, skeletal trees leaning like old bones over snow, all whispered winter’s poetry.

    Fresh snow fall and a bare tree
    I just love looking at snow

    What this trail gives, and what snow shows

    The loop of Robert’s Ridge and Valley Trail sits close, compact, modest in distance, but in winter it feels larger. Snow shifts perspective, makes what’s familiar uncanny. In warmer months this trail echoes with birdsong, rustling leaves, soft earth underfoot. It also boasts tons of wildflowers! Snow hush replaced that, turning the woods into a slow, listening world. The winter transform pushes you into presence. Now every breath, every crunch, every cautious step feels sharper. It becomes meditation with boots instead of a casual walk.

    My heated jacket and ski mask
    The cold can’t keep me down

    Luna and I kept quiet much of the way. The world was stripped down, clean. Cold air in our lungs, slow steady pace. Felt like winter was whispering a poem we can’t quite write yet.

    Other nearby woods and quiet places worth your next wander

    If you like to explore, here are a few other Granville-area spots that hold magic. No pretension, just land and history and timing.

    Denison University Biological Reserve

    350-acre reserve on the north end of Granville, open to the public dawn to dusk.  Offers a well-marked trail system through varied habitats… woodland, wetlands, springs. This place is perfect for longer walks or quiet afternoons.  It is a local favorite when I want more than a quick. This is a deeper walk, richer in flora, maybe a bird or deer sighting if you’re quiet, and loads of fungi!

    Fanchion Lewis Park (aka Ty Tawel Farm woods and pond)

    43-acre pocket of woods with a pond, forest trails, easy loops. This is a favorite of ours as well ,and is good for quick resets or a short afternoon wander.  Think simple, friendly trails, nothing demanding. A great choice for when you want calm without commitment. 

    A note under your boots, ancient shapes in the hills

    If you wander east in town you’ll find Alligator Effigy Mound, a prehistoric earthen sculpture carved by early Indigenous people long ago.  

    This area of central and south central Ohio is historically rich with Native American artifacts. I have frequently visited the Earthworks in Health, Ohio as I lived on the same block for a year. I’ve visited Cross mound near Lancaster, Ohio. As well as the Serpent mound in Peebles, Ohio. A mound in Cedarville, Ohio. Infirmary Mound in Granville, Glenford Preserve in Somerset and others. When visiting these ancient sacred places please be respectful and kind.

    Links

  • Mohican Covered Bridge: Quiet Ending Woodsy Day

    The Covered Bridge at Mohican State Park was the third and final stop of our short morning out. Which happened to be right after I got off work overnight on Sunday, August 3rd. (Which was Saturday nights shift by night math) I wasn’t sure how long we’d actually be out, but it felt like we still had one last stop in us before heading home. The Covered Bridge made the perfect choice.

    Mohican State Forrest covered bridge
    Covered Bridge Mohican

    This one’s a classic, with the wide wooden beams, but different in lacking the old red color. It sports the color black and though faded it feels right. The Clear Fork River flows right underneath. You don’t have to hike to reach it at all… so another for the easily accessible theme. You can just drive right up, park nearby, and walk across or around it. There is a steady calm feeling here. Even with the few people I encountered around. You hear the river. You feel like the trees lean in a little closer.

    Luna and I didn’t take the full trail next to the bridge, just a small part of it. I wanted to get a few side shots of the bridge itself, and Luna was clearly still in an exploring mood. The trail ran alongside the water for a bit, framed with late-summer greenery, and I spotted all kinds of mushrooms just off the path. More than a few bright, orange like those from Blue Rock. A lot popping out from the sides of downed trees like they’d just emerged the battle on top.

    Trees, river , and side view of covered bridge. Photo taken from trail
    Photo of bridge, Forrest, and river taken from trail

     Unexpectedly enough it also felt nostalgic in a way. I was reminded of the covered bridge in Belmont County. The one next to my old high school. We took senior photos and class group shots there, but mostly it was where we snuck off to smoke reefers and escape whatever was going on that day. Seeing a bridge like that again, tucked into the woods out here, hit different. It felt familiar in the best way. Even though this one’s in use and their different colors I welcome the pleasure of a fond memory.

    River view through the trees from the trail
    River view

    This was just one of those slow, winding little forest detours that makes the whole morning feel more complete. We’d already completed the Fire Tower and the Gorge Overlook. This was just the extra bonus. It even reminded me a little of home. I felt relaxed and in my element without the need to rush. Just to feel the forest, with my baby dog who wasn’t quite ready to go home yet. And that’s okay because honestly I never am either.

    All photos from the day

    ko-fi