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  • Hiking Salt Fork: A Cave, A Summit, And a Quiet Mind

    Hiking Salt Fork: A Cave, A Summit, And a Quiet Mind

    Planning the hike:

    Man in jeans a hat and a green shirt and his red nosed American pitbull terrier dog onto of a rock in Hosak’s cave.
    Luna and I in Hosak’s Cave

    We set out pretty early considering we got off work at 6am. I left my house and headed to pick up Sky and The baby shortly after 12 noon. We had been planning three hikes. The Hosak’s Cave Trail to warm up. Then Morgan’s Knob Loop for waterfalls and a summit. Finally finishing up with Stone House Loop to walk through history. By the time we came down from Knob loop, though, the sky was reaching beyond dusk. The pine trees formed a tunnel of shadows, and there was no way we could safely complete the third trail. Considering our lack of headlamps and the baby in tow.. we left it. But what we did finish the cave, the climb, and the peace felt like more than enough.

    Exploring the Cave

    Climbing into Hosak’s Cave was like slipping into another world. We ignored the “trail ends here” signs. Well Luna and I did at least. We then pushed past rough sandstone walls, slipped on loose dirt way to high up, and then found a seat up there too tucked just under the cave’s roof. I sat there for a long moment. I felt the rock beneath me, the forest breathing just beyond the cave’s mouth, and the drip of water somewhere i couldn’t quite see. It felt sacred, strong, feral. It was like the stone held stories just for me. It reminded me of Red River Gorge, but quieter, deeper, soaked in stillness.

    The mouth of Hosak’s Cave in Salt Fork State Park Ohio November 2025
    Hosak’s cave

    Morgan’s Knob Loop

    Then came Morgan’s Knob. The trail wound through rooted forest, climbing gently, until it opened up into rocky outcroppings. At the top, the wind and the stone told me a few import things. The fists was that this land was older than all of us. It reminded me time does not rush here the way people do. Before I left thought it added that no matter what people who are different belong.

    Morgan’s Knob Loop trail.  trail head sign
    Morgan’s Knob Loop Trail

    Salt Fork State Park: Geology and Geography

    All around us, Salt Fork State Park stretched wide. It’s the largest state park in Ohio. This park covers a massive 20,181 acres roughly of rugged hills, ravines, and ridges.  Its terrain belongs to the unglaciated Allegheny Plateau. Simply put that means the hills and valleys were never flattened by ice. This gives the park its wild, carved feel.  The rock underfoot is sandstone, shale, and siltstone. These formed in ancient layers of Pennsylvanian-age geology.  They eventually erode unevenly over time, forming caves like Hosak’s, cliffs, and even blocks of sandstone that break off and slump down. 

    Salt Licks and Human Use

    The name “Salt Fork” comes from mineral salt springs. The natural licks where animals once gathered.

    Native Americans, including the Wyandot, harvested the salt for food and trade. In the 1800s, settlers drilled wells nearly 450 feet deep to extract brine, which was boiled down into salt for commercial use.

      These salt licks helped shape how the land was used, how people lived, and what wildlife visited.

    History and Local Lore

    Speaking of people, history runs deep here. Kennedy Stone House, built in 1837 from sandstone quarried nearby. Is still standing in the park.  It was built by Benjamin Kennedy, whose family lived there for more than a century.  The house eventually became a museum, preserved by a volunteer group that revived it in the early 2000s.  Local lore suggests Hosak’s Cave was used as a hide-out during the Civil War.  This rocky overhang, as creaky as it looks, has seen more than just hikers.

    Legends and Bigfoot

    If you hike Salt Fork, you’ll find places you wouldn’t expect: meadows, deep forest, ridges, and stream valleys. But there’s also a weird, beautiful piece of legend here. Bigfoot tales swirl through these hills.  According to local reports, more than 36 Bigfoot sightings have been claimed here since the mid‑1980s.  The park even hosts Bigfoot Night Hikes. These hikes are where people walk in the dark, listening, eyes open, hoping for something monstrous and mysterious.  One of the wildest things the park was ranked by USA Today as one of the top “Squatchiest” places in the U.S. 

    The upcoming Eco‑Discovery Center includes a Bigfoot character for environmental education. 

    I for one am totally down for a Bigfoot night hike!

    Native American Stories

    Native American stories, too, speak of the place. According to a geological survey, the Wyandot people used the caves for shelter. They may have harvested salt from the licks.  In certain remote caves, “hominy holes” or pits in the stone used as ovens served as places to bake cornbread.  It’s hard not to feel their presence when you touch those walls.

    Modern Park Activities

    Autumn bars trees, grass covered in fallen leaves, and a lake view
    Salt Fork Lake

    Today, Salt Fork is alive for modern adventurers. There are 14 scenic hiking trails and six bridle paths.  The lake, made when the Salt Fork Dam was built (completed in the late 1960s), spans thousands of acres. The lake offers boating, fishing, and quiet reflection as common in Ohio lake life.  There’s also a nature center, archery range, miniature golf, and a lodge nestled in the woods.  For families, the park runs a gem‑mining station, where kids sift for semi‑precious rocks and fossils. Which we all know kid or not is RIGHT UP MY ALLEY! Geologically, this place is a gem. 

    Personal Reflection

    Walking Salt Fork felt like walking through time. The cave and rocks held ancient stories. The summit whispered of wind, motivation, moss, and manifestation . The forest pulsed with leaves, legends, salt, and shadow. By the time we left, I carried something soft and heavy. As well as a piece of earth, memory, and wonder.o

    A man in jeans, a green shirt, and a backwards hat sits with his American Pitbull Terrier near a stick fort on a Morgan’s Knob loop.
    Luna and I near a stick fort on Morgan’s Knob loop.

    Nature as Meditation

    This hike felt different… refreshing, soul‑cleansing still but different. I didn’t think about deadlines or noise. For once my head was full of only leaves and rocks, trees and quiet hours, quality time with nature instead of running amuck. This hike wasn’t about conquering anything. Today was about listening, slowing, and sitting in spirit. Nature held still for us, and we held still for nature.

    Hiking today felt different for me. I wasn’t pushing for a peak, checking my watch, or rushing to do do do. I was quiet. Listening. Letting rock and leaf and shadow hold me steady for a few hours.When we left, I felt lighter but not less.

    Evergreen trees and Bare fall trees line the entrance and exit to Morgan’s Knob Loop trail
    The Line of trees guarding the trail

    Fracking and Controversy

    Near the edges of Salt Fork State Park, fracking is no longer just a rumor. This is happening and in a way that worries a lot of people. According to WOSU, the first well pad was built just outside the park boundary, and from there, the wells will go deep underground and then horizontally beneath the park’s terrain.  The process involves pumping millions of gallons of water mixed with sand and chemicals into the rock layers to break them apart and release gas. 

    Environmental groups like Save Ohio Parks argue this isn’t compatible with natural, protected land.  These forests are dense, biodiverse, and some experts say they’re second only to the Amazon for ecological richness. The fracking infrastructure could permanently harm the ecosystem. 

    Water is a major concern. Each frack well could use 4 to 10 million gallons of fresh water, according to the advocacy group.  Some of that water could come from local lakes and streams. Yes, even the waters that feed Salt Fork Lake. Which will then return as toxic wastewater.  That wastewater is often radioactive and must be injected deep underground. Thus raising long-term risks. 

    There have also been safety incidents: in January 2025, a well pad roughly five miles from the park had an explosion.  While no injuries or water contamination were reported, the accident only increased community fears.

    On top of that, dozens of environmental and public‑land groups are calling for a moratorium on fracking in Ohio’s parks.  They argue the dangers are not just theoretical. Let’s be real… the land, water, and wildlife here deserve better than industrial extraction.

    From forest fragmentation, constant truck traffic, night‑lighting, and the risk of chemical or wastewater leaks. The opponents say fracking could permanently change the character of Salt Fork.  

    It’s like an addict injecting poison deep into their veins. They continue hoping it stays contained… yet their body, or the earth, doesn’t always cooperate. Pressure builds, tremors come, and what you inject may seep into places you never intended, or imagined.

    Yet here, in the wild heart of Salt Fork, that reckless injection threatens not just the rocks and streams, but the quiet sanctuary that has lasted for millennia.

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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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  • A Serene 4-Mile Loop at Mohican State Park: Big & Little Lyons Falls, & Dam,

    A Serene 4-Mile Loop at Mohican State Park: Big & Little Lyons Falls, & Dam,

    It was around 70 °F when we set out today. I think that’s close to a perfect temperate for wandering among waterfalls, woodland, and scars left by the river currently and years ago. The crew: Luna, Kylie, and me. We parked by the covered bridge at Mohican State Park and embarked on a loop that wove us past 2 cascading falls, a dam and spillway, forested slopes, and the gentle murmur of the stream flowing through.

    🌿 Trail & Park Overview

    Mohican State Park spans about 1,110 acres, nestled in Ashland County, Ohio, along the south shore of Pleasant Hill Lake.  The Clear Fork branch of the Mohican River carves a gorge through the park. Surrounding it is the Mohican-Memorial State Forest, which adds many miles of trails to explore. 

    The hike we did is a combination of what’s called the Pleasant Hill & Lyons Falls Loop or Covered Bridge → Little & Big Lyons Falls → Pleasant Hill Dam route.  Though many sources list that loop as ~2 to 2.5 miles, I stretched ours into an “almost 4 mile loop” by taking side paths, lingering, and sometimes doubling back for shots. 

    The covered bridge by which we parked is a picturesque structure over The Mohican River, built in 1968 using native hardwoods.  It’s a frequent trailhead point for the falls loop and a favored photo spot. There’s a link at the end of the post for an album containing the photos i took!

    Big Lyons Falls (the “larger” fall) and Little Lyons Falls are named after historic characters Paul Lyons and Thomas Lyons (yes, Thomas allegedly wore a necklace of 99 human tongues in lore).  Big Lyons is often described as having a more dramatic drop into a canyon-like cliff amphitheater; Little Lyons offers views from above, a box-canyon feel. 

    After the falls, a side spur leads to Pleasant Hill Dam and the “morning glory” spillway (a flood control feature) that adds a modern, engineered contrast to the raw rock and forest.  The dam and spillway are part of the hydrologic control for the Pleasant Hill reservoir system. 

    The return path follows riverbanks, crossing small footbridges and boardwalks, letting you drift back to the covered bridge. 

    📷 Our Experience & Photo Highlights

    We parked at the covered bridge, as before when Luna and I visited during the fire tower hike. Thus, the place feels familiar, comfortable. With the selfie stick + tripod, we paused at multiple vantage points: on bridge itself, on a walkway by the dam, under a boulder, and close to the falls. At Big Lyons, the amphitheater pour with, wet rocks, and water access we recorded videos walking under. We climbed stairs near the falls, careful on slippery surfaces (wet rock + moss = tricky). Little Lyons offered a vantage from the top edge of the drop; we explored carefully, watching our footing. I am clumsy.

    We detoured toward the dam & spillway, capturing architectures meeting water, especially at the “morning glory” opening. Our loop felt longer than standard because we paused, lingered, and sometimes retraced paths, or lingered longer. My dog trotted ahead excitedly, nose to stone and river spray, bounding between roots and rocks. The 70 °F warmth made the forest feel lush and alive, especially when we broke into sunlit clearings.

    📝 Tips & Observations

    Footwear & grip matter. Moss, wet rock, stairs near falls = slippery. Timing light. Early or late in day gives softer side-light on falls and river. Bring gear and protection. Water spray + humidity can fog lenses. Know trail mileage is flexible. The “loop” is often marketed shorter, but you can extend or wander. Dogs are allowed (on leash). I kept mine leashed, especially near drop edges. Use the covered bridge as start/anchor. It’s accessible and scenic. It is a great staging point. Pause for sound & mood, not just visuals. The river murmuring, leaf rustles, quiet corners enrich the story.

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    Photo album from Mohican

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  • Future Travel Plans: Permit Hikes, Rockhounding, and Yearly Return to WNC

    Future Travel Plans: Permit Hikes, Rockhounding, and Yearly Return to WNC

    What are your future travel plans?

    Every year, without fail, I make a point to return to western North Carolina, usually in January (before this year). To see my sister It was a personal promise, to my mom. Now it is a form of spiritual maintenance, and something I know will never change unless my sister moves. The Blue Ridge Mountains are already calling me back, and I’ve been home less than a week. Yet I already know I will answer. Still, before WNC see’s me, I have several other trips locked in that I’m really excited about.

    Trip one:

    On August 7th, 2025, I’ll be exploring permit only hikes in and around Hocking Hills, Ohio. This will consist of us completing three out of four of the permit-only areas. I’ve been approved already, and the sign-up is free on the Ohio DNR website. My buddy and her little kiddo will be joining me. We’ll be exploring Boch Hollow specifically Laurel Falls, Little Rocky Hollow, and the Saltpetre Cave State Nature Preserve. These aren’t your typical walk-in hikes. They’re protected, limited-access preserves that need permits to guarantee the safety of the biodiverse natural areas. I’m incredibly grateful to understand and respect the importance of maintaining the natural ecosystem’s integrity. Permits in Ohio are mainly for monitoring foot traffic. They help preserve these specific biodiversity areas and preserves.

    Trip Two

    Just a few days later, on August 12th, I’ll be heading up to Cuyahoga Valley National Park (CVNP) in Cleveland. I’m meeting up with a friend to explore for the day. The Ledges Trail is already on the itinerary. We plan to fill the day with more stops inside CVNP. Then we’ll explore along Lake Erie afterward. There’s potential to do rock hounding. I’m hoping to discover some lake-worn treasures. I even find fossils during the visit. As well as definitely chasing some waterfalls and Ohio ledges.

    Future plans

    Before September, or in early September, my pal and I hope to go backwoods camping in Virginia. Maybe her kiddo will join too. The spot is close to the Devil’s Bathtub area. It will be at minimum 200 units (I can’t recall if it was meters or feet) from the water. The area is known for its beauty. It boasts a waterfall into a clear, freezing swimming hole. If you didn’t know, legend states this is the only water source cold enough to bathe the devil. Sadly, this plan isn’t locked in just yet. Though, it’s something I hope comes together fully.

    Beyond those specific date or places, I’ve been collecting a list of nearby destinations. These places are across Indiana, Kentucky, West Virginia, Pennsylvania, Michigan, and Ohio. They all are less than or equal to 5 hours from home each way. These include hidden waterfalls, scenic overlooks, historical fossil sites, quirky statues, and other neat things. I like to travel spontaneously, so this is probably as “planned” in the future as I get. If you exclude my annual western North Carolina trip to see my sister.

    Port Huron

    I’ve also had Port Huron and Petoskey, Michigan on my mind. The idea of finding real Petoskey stones excites me. I do not want to barter for them, which is enough to almost make me head there now. I find the idea of exploring the Lake Huron shoreline to be incredibly appealing. Between the lake stones, fossils, and the open water, it feels like the perfect mix of grounding and adventure.

    Nature, movement, and discovery are always part of my year. I make space for new trails, new stones, and new memories. Whether it’s a permitted hike in Ohio or a spontaneous camping trip in Virginia, I embrace new adventures. Even if my travel plans shift along the way, my commitment to exploration never fades. I have a deep lust for wonder.

  • Between the Safe and the Wild: What Are You Chasing?

    Between the Safe and the Wild: What Are You Chasing?


    Are you seeking security or adventure?


    Axton Mitchell, summer 2024, Munising, Michigan Waterfalls
    Axton N.O. Mitchell Summer 2024 Munising, Michigan

    Adventure. Always. I’m not here for the safest route. I’m here for the one that makes me feel something. I live in Ohio, and while I haven’t explored every inch of Hocking Hills, I go there a lot. It’s familiar in a way that still surprises me. The cliffs and trails change every time. Their appearance depends on the season, the weather, or the way I showed up that day.

    A man and his dog sitting on  Coopers rock.

    I’ve stood under waterfalls in Michigan, North Carolina, and all across Ohio. I’ve seen a lot in West Virginia too. I’m chasing the sound that drowns everything else out. Just today, I hiked out to a bridge in Saluda, North Carolina? To take a photo. It wasn’t long, extreme, or even all that remote. But it still gave me that feeling I’m always after: the “you had to be there” moment. That’s the shit adventure I crave. The quiet, personal, and absolutely necessary. There were also a lot of gems and crystals around this bridge. Score x2!

    Triple Falls

    I’ve added, North Carolina, to the list just this week. Two days ago, I climbed a fire tower alone. I watched the trees stretch out like they had something to say. There’s clarity I only find on the trail. The best is always on hikes with waterfalls and views, the kind that make you work for it. The kind where your legs burn. Your back aches. But it’s all worth it when the trail opens up. There’s nothing but space in front of you.

    Summer 2022 Axton Mitchell Hocking Hills, Logan, Ohio
    Axton N.O. Mitchell Summer 2022 Hocking Hills, Ohio

    I dream about hiking to the base of Half Dome. I want to see the desert waves in Arizona. I want to be swallowed up in the fog and forests of the Pacific Northwest (around Seattle and Portland.) I want to take the lesser-known routes too. The trail that passes under the New River Gorge Bridge in West Virginia. The guided hike through Black Water Falls with the swinging bridges.

    Security is stillness. Adventure is movement. It doesn’t have to be chaos but, it has to be ahead. Sometimes that means turning off the main road. Sometimes it means stopping just to look. I don’t know exactly where I’m headed, but I do know I want to keep moving. Not for the thrill, but for the truth I only ever find out there.

    Pictured Rocks National Lake Shore, Bridal Veil Falls in the Distance, Clear Blue Sky, Lake Superior appearing unmoving ,
  • You Could Still Beat Us! Hiking Cascades & Old Mill Trail in the Rain

    You Could Still Beat Us! Hiking Cascades & Old Mill Trail in the Rain


    You could still beat us. Maybe. If you’re fast. Or waterproof.

    I Know Not to “Make Precise Plans”

    Yet, I made a whole plan this morning. Mapped everything out. A full-ass waterfall route, organized and optimistic. And then we didn’t follow a single part of it after the first stop. Typical.

    Luna the red-nosed American Pitbill & Axton on the wooden boardwalk at Cascade Falls in Elyria, Ohio
    Cascade Waterfall Elyria Ohio Totally had a hard rain the day before & later that day

    We started at Cascades in Elyria. Real cute, real scenic, real fucking hot. It was already pushing 85 by the time we got there, and the air wasn’t moving at all. Nothing but still heat baking into the rocks and the back of our necks. We were out there trying to appreciate nature while actively evaporating. So we did the reasonable thing. Looked at the rest of the route, looked at each other, and said fuck it. Loop-de-loop detour time.

    We rerouted ourselves straight to Old Mill Trail. I almost called it Old Man Trail out loud, and honestly, I stand by that. It fits. By the time we pulled up, it was about to start raining. It got just steady enough to soak you, just warm enough out that we didn’t care anymore. We were already overheating, so it felt more like a reset than an inconvenience. So we hiked anyway. Me hiding my phone under ,y hat and not my hat hiding my head.

    Huge rocks with trees growing on top on the trail to Cascade Falls
    Part of the creek leading up to Cascade Falls, sun beam in the center, and creek almost out of its bank

    We did both sides of the trail loop. Just about three miles total, maybe a little under, all while completely drenched. The trail was soft and wet but passable, and the creek was running clear. Luna got in the water a couple different times to cool off and honestly I thought about following her. At that point, nothing mattered but staying moving and not slipping on moss.

    The mushrooms were out like they knew it was their time. Bright reds, ghostly whites, slick oranges, clusters and frills and weird little glowing ones tucked into the moss. Some looked poisonous. Some looked like they were made out of coral. All of them looked like they had something to say. We stopped repeatedly. We crouched down to take a picture. Sometimes, we pointed out one that looked like it could bite back.

    Two orange mushrooms grow out of a downed log
    Two cap mushroooms cream colored growing out od a downed log

    It wasn’t the hike we planned, but it’s the one we got. And even soaking wet, even completely off route, it was still a good one. We’ll call it a sweat-to-soak-to-smile kind of day. That’s how summer trail chaos works sometimes. You don’t always beat the heat, but you can at least out-walk it. For a little while, anyway.

    Tree and sky view when I made it back to the car. Drinched

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  • StoneHiking Journal – Glenford Fort Preserve

    StoneHiking Journal – Glenford Fort Preserve


    The road and dead grass you walk up in the blistering heat to the actual trail head

    🕔 Entry time: 5:17 PM

    2 miles. 86 degrees. No lighter. Just two blunts and no flame. Thanks to My pee brain of course I’d forget that part.

    Tree view Looking up
    A crisp fungi turned brown from a white color surrounded by dead leaves

    It was me, my work bestie, and my dog. There was also a not-even-two-year-old who baby-ran the whole damn trail. She ran like she was on a personal mission from the earth.

    We went to Glenford Fort Preserve. It’s a sacred hilltop rooted in Native history. A 2,000-year-old Hopewell earthwork with a mile-long stone wall and a mound in the center. You don’t need a sign to know it’s ancient. You can feel it in your ribs.

    We weren’t loud. Just there. The land didn’t ask us to be anything else.

    There were giant rock formations the size of houses. Some had trees growing out the top like they’d been there since the beginning. Everything was mossy and green even though it hadn’t rained. Dry but not dead dry. One part of the trail was randomly soaking wet. Caught me off guard. Like drinking a Sprite thinking it’s Diet Coke. When you reach for your partners cup holder on accident… jolt.

    Luna the Red-nosed American pit tongue out on the train with her blue collar and black leash
    The rock formations at Glenford Fort Preserve

    I bent down to flick a tick off my leg. I found a druzy quartz between my feet. It was stuck in orange stone. A little shimmer just chilling there like it had been waiting. So I picked it up. Quietly. It felt right.

    No Lighter One Job!

    Seven waters. One backpack. A toddler, a dog, two adults stoned off nothing but vibes, and a trail that felt older than language.

    I forgot the lighter in the car. We had no fire. Just movement. Sweat. A baby who refused to slow down.

    Cool eroded rock formations at Glenford Fort Preserve in Central Ohio

    And the whole time, I kept thinking about the people who built that place. Who gathered there. Who shaped stone on purpose. Who climbed that hill before it had a name.

    a very large orange mushroom top view growing in green moss and brown leaves

    This hike wasn’t for me. It was for them.

    In the wind

    in the trees

    in the ancient feel of the worn fortress stone

    I felt them.

    We stepped soft.

    I hope it was enough.

    A field of green grass & yellow and white daisies

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  • Mambourg Park Loop Trail Hike with Luna; Humid, Quiet, and the Lore

    Mambourg Park Loop Trail Hike with Luna; Humid, Quiet, and the Lore


    Fairfield County, Ohio Parks

    Thursday June 5th

    We started off seeing 8 sheriffs with one car pulled over. Then our route was detoured two times for the same wreck. We were 20 minutes behind schedule.

    Honeysuckle on Mamborg loop trail

    Luna, my seven-year-old American Pit Bull Terrier, and I hit the 1.6-mile Mambourg Park Loop in Lancaster, Ohio. It’s a smaller trail with just about 144 feet of elevation gain. However, it’s enough to wear us out in a good way. The trail starts wide and grassy. Then, it narrows as it climbs and gets more forested. It’s just the kind of walk Luna loves. There were plenty of squirrels and bunnies for her to try and chase.

    Early on, we climbed some wooden steps, then crossed a small bridge over a creek. The sound of the water felt peaceful, especially with the light drizzle falling around us. Just off the trail, a small stream carved quietly through the edge. Little pretty rocks were scattered all around. Rocks, I was trying to ignore because, well, I already have enough at home for my Etsy store.

    The stream full of rocks for the taking

    The air was thick with humidity, so muggy you could practically cut it with a knife. And, yeah, Ohio trails always get me with those spiderwebs, catching me every few steps. Luna didn’t care; she was busy watching every little rustle.

    Lit.

    About halfway through, I lit a joint… so you can consider the trail “lit.” It’s how I unwind. I take it all in. The buzz mixes with the fresh air and quiet sounds around us. Right as I extinguished the joint, we detoured off trail for a barking jack Russell terrier. Luna doesn’t do loud dogs and, Luna typically isn’t a loud dog. Don’t get me wrong she has dog friends but, they have all been introduced methodically.

    Appalachia & Folk Lore

    This area is part of Appalachia. It is a region steeped in rich folklore. It has haunting legends that have been passed down for generations. These stories were originally told around campfires and kitchen tables. They were meant to entertain, teach lessons, or warn travelers in the woods.

    Dog Man

    One well-known tale is Dog Man. It is a mysterious creature said to be part dog and part man. Dog Man roams the forest edges at night. Locals say his howl is eerie and unnatural, a warning to stay on the trail and not wander too deep.

    Tall Guys

    Then there are the Tall Guys. They are shadowy, elongated figures. These figures are said to stand motionless among the trees, blending perfectly with the trunks. Some say they’re spirits of ancient guardians or lost souls trapped between worlds. The Tall Guys are silent watchers. Spotting one is considered an omen. No one is quite sure if it’s good or bad.

    Just don’t Whistle!

    A common warning passed through the hills is don’t whistle in the woods. It’s believed whistling can summon malevolent spirits. It may attract the attention of the “haints” (ghostly beings). These beings follow the sound and may lead travelers astray or cause misfortune. Whistling breaks the natural silence of the forest, inviting unseen dangers.

    Do NOT Look in the Trees!

    Similarly, you don’t look directly into the trees, especially at twilight or nighttime. The woods are said to hide spirits called “tree watchers” or “shadow folk” who observe silently. Locking eyes with them is thought to invite their presence, which could bring bad luck, fear, or worse. It’s safer to keep your gaze low and avoid challenging the unknown.

    The Wampus Cat

    Other stories include the Wampus Cat. This fierce, cat-like creature has glowing eyes. It is said to prowl the forests at night, stalking anyone foolish enough to be out alone. It’s sometimes seen as a guardian of the wild, punishing those who disrespect nature.

    The White Lady (LMAO!)

    On a gentler note, there’s the tale of the White Lady. She is a ghostly woman dressed in white. She appears near certain creeks or clearings. Said to protect travelers from harm and guide lost hikers. She disappears without a trace once the danger passes.

    Melungeons

    A legend specific to this part of Appalachia involves The Melungeons. They are a mysterious group of people with a complex heritage. This heritage blends European, Native American, and African ancestry. For centuries, the Melungeons lived in the remote hills and hollows, often on the outskirts of mainstream society.

    Folklore says they possessed secret knowledge passed down through generations. This knowledge included herbal medicines, ancient rituals, and a deep connection to the spirit world. Some believe they served as guardians of the forest. They were able to communicate with the unseen forces that roam the Appalachian woods.

    Local tales whisper that encountering a Melungeon could bring both protection and a test. They were said to recognize those who respected the land and its spirits and offer help or healing. But for those who were disrespectful or ignorant, crossing their path might bring misfortune or strange happenings.

    Their isolation and secrecy fueled many rumors. Some say they practiced old-world magic. Others believe they had ties to ancient European mystical traditions. Others claimed they could disappear into the woods like shadows, slipping between the seen and unseen realms.

    Much about the Melungeons remains a mystery. Their legacy adds a rich, enigmatic layer to Appalachian folklore. It reminds hikers that these lands hold stories beyond what meets the eye. Here, history and myth intertwine deep in the hills.

    Daisies at mamborg park

    Up up up up up!

    As we pushed on, it got steeper, uphill, uphill, uphill. Luna’s panting grew louder. Her energy was fading. It’s funny because she started out wild. She ended up just as wiped as me.

    Photo of the trail, green summer trees, and humidity in Ohio

    The trail opens up at the end. Or it opens at the beginning, depending on how you look at it. It leads into a spot that reminded me of childhood afternoons. I used to spend those afternoons watching BMX races or riding little ATVs. My mom’s friends created a trail off to the side of the wheeling trail in the woods. We would race bikes or ATVs there.

    We wrapped up around 7:31 PM, sweating more than I expected in the muggy air. Luna and I jumped into the car, blasting the AC full blast. It’s 74 degrees out, and we’re already plotting our next hike.


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