Veering off the ocean path, Jerry, I, and friends shared our first RV road-trip of the season. It was everything I’d envisioned through Indiana’s cold, wet winter. Camping at Hocking Hills State Park in mid-April turned out to be the perfect time—not too crowded or noisy yet. Our semi-private sites backed up to woods in shades of green. *But be sure to book early as this is a very popular park! After setting up camp we reclined in our loungers, breathed deeply, and sipped our glasses of wine. The first thing I noticed was the quiet. This is why we camp. And then, being the “Organizer,” I began planning our hikes for the next 2-1/2 days. The state park and adjoining forest is a hiker’s mecca with trails varying from paved ADA accessible, to difficult climbs. My only concern was what and how much I could do with only being 4 months post total knee replacement.
Our first trek began at the Visitor’s Center located adjacent to the campground. Early morning was cool with spotty drizzle. We crossed A-Frame Bridge and ambled along the Gorge Trail to Upper Falls. *Note: The most popular trails are 1-way, although in the off-season, no worries. Water levels were high after March rains presenting soothing sounds and lovely cascades. Limestone cliffs with sculpted outcrops rose high on both sides as we clambered up and down stone steps and along a portion of the well-maintained Grandma Gatewood/Buckeye Trail. This followed a creek that transmogrified several times into beautiful pools as it wound its way toward Old Man’s Cave where a hermit resided during the early 1800s.
After a campfire and restful night we were excited for the next adventure—tramping to Rock House. Yes, it was up and down even more stone steps constructed for giants, not 5-ft old ladies, but was well worth the effort. From the huge cave room we peered through “windows” that overlooked a gorge with budding trees where birds chirped, seeking partners for nest-building.
The real challenge came as we drew near the gorge floor. A foot-bridge crossing the creek was damaged so we had to cross the water on branches and stones. We scrambled up the muddy incline using hiking sticks, tree roots, and friend’s outstretched hands. By the time we reached the top my quads were complaining and knee was swollen, but I made it! We savored the wide path lined with violets, blue phlox, and lady slippers strolling back to the parking lot.
Yesterday we’d explored the historical section of Logan hoping to visit the Hocking County Historical Society and Museum. It was closed, but set amid a neighborhood of stylish Victorian homes, it intrigued us with glimpses of ancient printing presses, artifacts, and small replicas of steam-powered machinery. Driving around the area we also discovered several restaurants and quaint shops.
So after our hike to Rock House, the afternoon became a downwind sail. We ate a late lunch at The Olde Dutch Restaurant that satisfied our appetites with country cooking. For those unable to choose from their tempting menu, there’s always endless choices from the buffet accompanied by homemade pie. My friend and I recommend the broasted chicken. Afterwards, local wineries beckoned. Our first one, Hocking Hills Winery, was only minutes away. Unfortunately many others had also heard the calling because there was a 30-min wait just for a tasting! So we traveled a narrow country road to Revolution Rockbridge Wine Company and discovered a small, down-to-earth place with some unique varieties—PB&J, cotton candy, and even a few spicy ones!
Evening found us cozied up around a blazing campfire, munching appetizers and sticky s’mores, content to be still after a bustling day. We will definitely return to this new favorite camping area to explore more of its diversified paths, many off the beaten path. Until then, keep trekking.
Lo, then the running water sounds
portions from a poem by George MacDonald
With gladsome, secret things!
The silent water more abounds,
And more the hidden springs.
Live murmurs then the trees will blend
with all the feathered song;
The waving grass low tribute lend
Earth’s music to prolong.
And thus the great earth I shall hold,
A perfect gift of thine;
Richer by these a thousandfold,
Than if broad lands were mine.
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