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  • Flint Ridge Trail, A Winter Walk Through Deep Time

    Flint Ridge Trail, A Winter Walk Through Deep Time


    Iron stained flint druzy quartz at flint ridge
    Huge flint chunk with druzy quartz

    On January 6th, I walked the Flint Ridge to the Creek Trail, a modest distance, just under two miles, but heavy with time. This was not a mileage day, it was a listening day. Winter had stripped the woods back to their bones. No leaves to soften the view, no green distractions, no canopy to hide the land’s shape. Just stone, bark, frozen ground, and the quiet pressure of cold air sitting against the skin.

    January in central Ohio does not ease you in. The air was sharp without being cruel, cold enough to keep the trail firm and the mud locked in place. A thin crust of frost clung to shaded patches, crunching under my crocs. While open stretches stayed dry and reliable. Wind moved lightly through the ridge, not howling, just enough to remind you that winter was in full effect. And she was paying attention. This coldness rewards preparation and punishes distraction, gloves on, layers balanced, breath steady.


    Location, Location, Location…

    A frozen pond and bare sticks and tree branches
    Frozen pond with barren tree limbs and sticks

    Flint Ridge sits in Licking County, Ohio, preserved today as a State Memorial. Long before trail markers, paved lots, and signage, this ridge was one of the most significant prehistoric flint quarry sites in North America. For more than 10,000 years, Indigenous peoples returned here again and again to extract flint. This stone is prized for its durability, predictability, and clean fractures. Projectile points, blades, scrapers, and tools made from Flint Ridge flint have been found across much of eastern North America. This is evidence of vast trade networks and migration routes that existed long before colonial borders or state lines.

    Geology

    A small frozen pond at Flint Ridge in Licking country ohio. some some holes in the ice, snow dusted woods floor and bare trees
    One of the ancient quarries filled with frozen rainfall

    The geology is the reason the ridge exists at all. Layers of Mississippian-age limestone hold dense seams of high quality flint, exposed through erosion and time. What you see today, shallow pits, uneven ground, subtle rises and dips, are not random. They are the physical record of careful extraction methods repeated across generations. These are not careless scars. They are marks of knowledge, restraint, and survival.

    Trails

    Walking this trail in winter makes those features easier to read. Without undergrowth, the old quarry depressions stand out clearly, small bowls in the earth that catch shadow and light differently. You are not just walking through woods, you are moving across an active historical document. This one was written in stone and absence.

    The Flint Ridge to the Creek Trail begins near the quarry landscape and gradually descends toward water. The grade is gentle, approachable for most hikers, and well suited to days when you want presence over push. Underfoot, the ground feels distinct, firmer, and rockier in places. Almost, as if the land is reminding you what it is made of. Dogs and kids are welcome. Though the trails aren’t exactly ADA accessible, there is a nice-paved part with educational sines and a museum.

    As the trail drops, sound becomes more noticeable. Water moving beneath thin ice, then opening up again, a distant-low conversation that cuts through the quiet. The creek is not wide or dramatic, but it anchors the hike. Stone and water have always worked together here, shaping tools, shaping trade, shaping movement.


    Dogs

    Brown dog with blue collar
    Luna

    As mentioned, it is a dog friendly trail. Though, hiking it with a dog in winter adds another layer of attentiveness. Leashes are required, and for good reason. The terrain is uneven in spots, and the historical features deserve protection. Winter conditions also mean watching paws for ice buildup and cold exposure. I always make Luna don booties. You need to remember water even when temperatures are low. Always stay alert near the creek edge. The trail length makes it a solid outing for dogs who enjoy exploration without overexertion, especially on colder days.


    Ethics

    Flint Ridge State Memorial is a protected site, collecting flint or removing natural materials is prohibited. This matters. Rockhounding ethics are not optional here. The ridge has already given enough. The act of leaving everything where it lies is part of respecting the thousands of years of use that came before modern recreation.


    Winter field dusted in snow with trees in the distance
    Field view at flint ridge park

    More trail traits

    The trail itself is well-marked and easy to follow, even in winter. Foot traffic keeps it visible, and the shorter distance makes it accessible while still feeling meaningful. This is not a destination built around spectacle. There is no overlook designed for photos, no dramatic payoff at the end. The reward is cumulative, built step by step. The pieces of flint and quartz you see along the way, and the history.


    More trails and things to see

    Flint Ridge State Memorial also includes additional trails and an interpretive center. Education here goes deeper into the archaeology, geology, and cultural significance of the site. Even without stepping inside, the land teaches quietly. It shows how landscapes hold memory, and how walking can be a form of respect when done intentionally.

    One of the educational signs on the paved trail
    Educational sign

    This January hike did not need distance to feel complete. Just under two miles was enough to feel grounded, slowed, and centered. Winter sharpened the experience, stripped it down to essentials. Stone. Water. Breath. Time.

    If you hike Flint Ridge, go gently. Stay on trail. Keep dogs leashed. Leave what you find. Let the ridge speak for itself. Bring your kinds and educate them. The story is already there, layered beneath your boots, older than any of us, and still very much alive.


    Winter mushrooms growing in a tree
    Large mushroom growths on the trail

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  • 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.

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  • Top O’ the World Hike And Accidental Rock Finding Adventure

    Top O’ the World Hike And Accidental Rock Finding Adventure

    Top O’ the World Hike

    This week, I finally got back outside. I went for a hike at none other than Top O’ the World in Summit Metro Parks. We followed Adam Run Trail with Luna, Sky, and The Baby. After taking a couple of weeks off from hiking, depression sucks. It was a relief to get back into the rhythm, or at least try to. This was a bigger challenge than I anticipated. The day didn’t go as planned. Yet, it turned into a memorable adventure. That was full of colorful rocks, fall foliage, and small, meaningful moments.

    Planning vs. Reality

    Originally, we planned to visit the Arc of Appalachia. I wanted to check out the Seven Caves area as well. This spot is known for its ecological protections, particularly for bats during mating season. Bats are carefully monitored there. The mating caves are fenced off to protect them. This allows visitors to see the cave entrances and surrounding wildlife. I love that type of balance between nature protection and exploration. Unfortunately, Luna couldn’t go to either of those places. The drives were both over two hours from my house. So, Top O’ the World became the best choice. I have wanted to see both, but not yet fully planned this one out. It was still rich with sights. It was full of discoveries.

    History & Trail Background

    Top O’ the World was once the Top O’ the World Farm. The Adam family donated it to Summit Metro Parks in 1966. The “Top of the World” name comes from its elevated position above surrounding valleys. These area offers sweeping views that make the hike feel more expansive than it actually is. Adams Trail winds through glacial-formed terrain. Then it is mixed with forests, open meadows, rocks, and fallen leaves were all over the path. Though I hadn’t fully planned for this exact trail, the natural beauty quickly made me forget the original plan.

    Weather, Layers & Hiking Challenges

    The morning started cold, and I hadn’t charged my heated jacket yet. Layering was the only fix. I found myself shedding and readjusting layers as the sun warmed the trail in the afternoon. Forgetting my water added a small scramble. I had to be mindful of Luna’s pace as well as my own. Coming back from a hiking hiatus was challenging. It was hard to keep a steady rhythm without feeling exhausted. I also wanted to avoid skipping too many moments to take it all in. I experienced two near-asthma flares. Of course, I brought my empty inhaler! This reminded me that even though I hike regularly, coming back after a break can be physically demanding.

    Dogs & Trail Etiquette

    Luna, now eight, still carries the energy of a younger dog. She did surprisingly well with the sheer number of other dogs on the trail. She responded to my cues with fewer corrections than I expected. Hiking with dogs requires constant awareness of others on the trail. I try to preemptively move Luna away from situations that cause stress to her or other dogs. Seeing her react more positively to the environment without constant tension felt like a big win.

    Red Pitbull Sitting on trail with Blue collar black leash & autmn leaves all around

    The Rock Haul

    The rocks at Top‑O the World were the real highlight for me. I found stones in shades of blue, green, red, orange, and other colors. The way the sunlight hit them made each one feel unique. Rockhounding in Ohio is always full of hidden treasures. Today reminded me why my eyes are always scanning the ground. Even leaves that had fallen from the trees seemed to complement the colors of the rocks. This made the entire trail a canvas of autumn hues.

    Shared Moments & Joy

    One of the best moments of the hike was seeing Skylar’s daughter light up. She was excited when she spotted me in my car. Those small expressions of joy reminded me why these outdoor moments matter. Hiking isn’t just about the views or the physical activity. It’s about connection. You connect with nature and with the people and animals around you. The shared excitement of discovery makes the experience richer. Each discovery adds joy. A colorful rock, a squirrel darting across the trail, or a fall leaf floating by all add to the charm.

    Why Hiking Matters

    Hiking has always been a way to reset, to give my thoughts space to breathe, and to feel grounded. Today, even though I hadn’t planned this exact trail, it worked. Sometimes hiking to process emotions, especially after difficult times, doesn’t always feel successful, and today it didn’t. Showing up made it worth it. Walking the trail and paying attention to details also contributed, despite small inconveniences like missing water or cold mornings.

    Visitor Tips & Rock hound Notes

    Best time to go: Fall, for peak foliage and cooler temps. Dress in layers. Dog-friendly trail: Summit Metro Parks allows dogs on leash; bring control skills and patience for reactive dogs. Rock hounding tips: Keep eyes on the ground for stones in blue, green, red, and orange shades. Check sun angles for sparkling highlights. Be prepared: Even moderate trails feel longer after a hiatus. Bring water, snacks, and a camera. Leave no trace: Always pack out what you pack in. Avoid littering, even food scraps like orange peels, to protect the ecosystem.

    Reflections & Final Thoughts

    Top O’ the World reminded me that even when plans shift, there is value in showing up. I found new rocks to turn into art, spent time with Luna, and saw genuine joy from someone else’s excitement. While the trail was unplanned compared to my original Arc of Appalachia plan, it delivered its own treasures. Hiking isn’t about perfect execution; it’s about engagement, discovery, and moments that make the day worth it.

    Summit Metro Parks offers something for everyone. Whether you’re in the park for nature, rocks, or fall colors, you’ll find what you seek. If dog-friendly trails are your interest, Adams Trail at Top O’ the World delivers. Expect the unexpected, and enjoy each small reward along the way.

    AND Don’t Forget:
    Leave NO Trace
    Pack out what you bring in
    And know that food scraps are not SAFE.

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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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  • 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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  • Swimming and Glass Bridges – Nelson’s Ledges, 6/26

    Swimming and Glass Bridges – Nelson’s Ledges, 6/26


    Pine trees and grass line the Ledges state park parking lot

    The Quarry

    We started in the water.
    (I didn’t take photos of this part, sorry)

    It was me, a friend Sky, and her kiddo who was…

    Kicking through warm shallows and soft golden sand.

    Smooth white and orange rocks dotted the floor,

    catching the light just under the surface.

    No sharp edges.

    No stress.

    The quarry had a good energy that day,

    busy, but not too loud.

    Enough people to remind you it’s summer.

    Not so many that it overwhelmed the space we carved out for ourselves.

    The water moved gently,

    not still, not rough, just alive.

    The kind of water that lets you float a while,

    without feeling like you’re drifting too far.

    We swam. Talked. Watched the kid collect small rocks,

    tossing a few like she was skipping secrets across the surface.

    Part of Nelson Kennedy ledges in Northern Ohio
    a white cap mushroom and moss close up

    The Ledges

    Later, we hit the trails at Nelson-Kennedy Ledges.

    Cool air. Tangled roots.

    That kind of Ohio green that wraps itself around you

    until you forget what you were worrying about.

    The Glass Bridge

    We made our way to the glass bridge,

    shiny and clear, cutting across the woods like something from a sci-fi daydream.

    We crossed together,

    her kid holding both our hands,

    The water fall you can see under the glass bridge just from the distance
    I laid my phone on the glass bridge so you could see the ravine and waterfall underneath

    small fingers gripping tight but trusting.

    She looked through the glass, wide-eyed,

    taking in how far the trees fell below us.

    It wasn’t dramatic.

    Just simple, quiet, connected to the Earth around you.

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    Sometimes a day doesn’t have to be big to be good.

    Sometimes it’s just

    soft sand, moving water,

    a walk through the trees,

    and being steady enough to offer someone your hand

    when the ground turns to glass.

    Roots and trees at the entrance of the trailhead at Nelson Kennedy Ledges State Park in Northern Ohio

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  • Exploring Indian Mound Reserve in Cedarville, Ohio – A Hiking Reflection

    Exploring Indian Mound Reserve in Cedarville, Ohio – A Hiking Reflection


    Visited 5/22/25 entry written 5/23/25

    Indian Mound Waterfall in Ohio

    Cedarville, Ohio Indian Mound Waterfall

    Yesterday, I took a trip to Cedarville, Ohio. My companions were two close friends, Luna, and one of my friend’s toddlers. It was my first time exploring Indian Mound Reserve. We took about two hours with stops. The drive itself was peaceful. We had the kind of conversations that set the mood for a day of adventures and recharge. The weather hovered around the mid-50s with an on and off drizzle. It was not enough to drench us. However, it was just enough to make everything smell like clean earth and wet bark. The kind of rain that makes the greens greener and turns even ordinary trails into something soft and cinematic.

    I shouldn’t plan or control the map.

    Indian Mound Preserve Map

    We planned to do the 2.5-mile Rim Trail, but thanks to some confusion on AllTrails, and my attention span didn’t help matters. So, we ended up doubling back and weaving in circles until we’d clocked over 4 miles. Despite the detour, it didn’t feel like a mistake, just part of the adventure. The trail wound us through a vibrant forest. Red and purple flowers began to bloom. These were early declarations of late spring. Waterfall views made the mud and missteps worth it. The whole area hummed with the sound of running water, and it followed us nearly the entire hike. There’s something about that like being gently reminded to keep flowing forward, no matter how tangled the path becomes.

    THe flowers on the trails around Indian Mound Waterfall

    The trail itself was a bit rugged in parts, especially after the rain. Tree roots snaked across much of the path. The muddiness made for a comical dance. This was especially true since I had worn my etnies. I rarely wear hiking boots. I slipped or slid numerous times. Each slip reminded me that I probably need to actually wear my boots. Still, I wouldn’t change it. There’s something about feeling the ground fight back a little that makes me feel more alive.

    We crossed numerous wooden bridges and steps, weaving over and across the large creek that cuts through the park. Some of the trails we passed weren’t even marked in AllTrails yet. This tends to happen in less populus areas. My little unofficial footpaths and secret side trails waiting to be explored another day. The water access points were everywhere. With so few people on the trail, it felt like we had the whole preserve to ourselves. That kind of quiet is rare. It is broken only by the babble of water and the chatter of a toddler discovering nature. This is especially true even in Ohio’s backwoods.

    One of the water Access points at Indian Mound

    Even though I wasn’t alone, the experience was still refreshingly personal. There’s a rhythm I fall into on hikes like this, a balance between noticing everything and thinking about nothing. It’s where I process things I don’t have words for. I watch Luna splash, sniff, and smile. Then, I remember why I do this. The road and the forest matter to me in ways that a house or a routine never could.

    I’ll eventually return to Cedarville to explore the other trails and waterfalls. This first visit was only the rim of what’s possible there. I want to hike them all, but honestly that’s nothing new. There’s something sacred in learning a place like that. One muddy mile at a time.

    A group of shroomies growing together in Indian Mound Preserve