My best friend from high school and I took a backroads vacation this past week. We had only one main stop in Cincinatti first but after that we were at the mercy of the road. Our days were spent across the state on highway 50, then 60!
What we discovered when we least expected it was amazing. The first night we stumbled into a ma and pa motel, cleaner than most, which cost $80! The next morning we found ourselves in a restaurant and on the advice of two locals, got biscuits and sausage gravy. Both our bills together came to $7.00!!
Unbeknownst to me, we drove into McArthur, OH, which is in the poorest county of the state with only a12,000 population...in the county! McArthur was where my dad had his charcoal plant. Speaking with several folks in the courthouse there we got more history, finally finding the spot where his plant had been.
After spending two nights in Marietta, on the Ohio River, I was disappointed to not find tomato plantations that I had taken my grandmother to when I was sixteen in a suburb called Devola. Three Devol cousins had begun them. It was named after her family name, Devol.
Crushed hopes didn't last long when someone told us not to miss the #2 Dam and locks there. A local fella, Clyde, was overlooking the dam. He was a wealth of information on the fish that are caught there, boat traffic and the depth of the Muskingum River, which meets up in Marietta with the Ohio River.
We didn't know what the rest of our trip would present us but in McConnellsville we were ready for a pit stop, coffee and a visit to the antique store next door. The proprietor of the antique store, Jamie, couldn't have been nicer but the fun suprise was her two pups snuggled into their beds underneath the counter. We both found a few things there but it was most fun just connecting with Jamie. If you're ever in McConnelsville, give Jamie a big "hi" from Vicki and me! I told her she would probably make a mention in my blog!!
It seemed to Vicki and me that when we were open to anything that came along we were not disappointed. Even the weather: it rained one day but, when we were inside not outside. When we tried to find a parking spot in Cinci, we pulled right into a parky tower, got to the street level, just across the street from where we were going. This was amazing because a ballgame crowd was downtown at the same time! It felt like Someone was guiding us all the way.
If we had originally said we were going to McArthur, Marietta, McConnellsville, Philo, Duncan Falls, Blue Rock/Cutler Lake folks would look at us as if we had grown two heads; these places hardly even warrant a dot on a map...if you even know how to read a paper map!!
This certainly was not a high profile trip but being open to all the backroads really brought us warm memories, good pictures and a very economical time! Some of it really was going down memory lane but I also know I will never get that way again! You might say these backroads really gave us a trip of a lifetime!!
What treasures of the heart might you have found on the backroads of your travels? Have you ever felt led by a guiding force bigger than you? It's there for each of us, if only we open our eyes and hearts to it!
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| Clyde 94 yrs. old! |