Last week, Mike and I went in opposite directions—Mike headed east to Hocking Hills, and I went west to Vevay, Indiana. Just some short trips to keep busy while we are hovering around Cincy for a couple more weeks, but nice side jaunts to pass the time. Mike Heads to Hocking Hills Buddy John and I cruised up to Hocking Hills State Park the other day. The park is on the edge of the Appalachian Plateau, just inside the hills that stop the periodic glaciers from getting into Southeastern Ohio. So the area has drainage features from the pre-, inter-, and post-glacial periods. It’s a wild collection of gorges, rock houses, and waterfalls that people have been wondering over for thousands of years. Old Man ’ s Cave in Hocking Hills Because the drainage area upstream of the park is now fairly small, most of the time the waterfalls don’t show much water. But this trip was different given our very wet Spring. Water everywhere, very impressive. A beautiful day, capped off by dinner...

 The other day a friend of mine remarked that we were having a Green Township vacation. Okay, that’s one way to look at it . . . it’s not quite as exciting as some of the places we’ve been, but it does have its moments. We’ve gotten together with friends and family a few times, have been having plenty of Skyline chili and Graeter’s ice cream, and the best news is we brought the Scamp up from where it was staying, down with the carnival rides. It’s in the driveway now so we can get it in tiptop shape and ready when we can get back on the road again. The Scamp enjoyed a short vacation up Harrison way and made friends with a retired ferris wheel We’ve been down to Fernbank Park before and after the recent floods, and my sister Amy and I also traveled down to Rabbit Hash, where our friend Bill reported that the second flood brought the water up into the yard; the first flood only made it over the road. Fortunately, though the yard is quite soggy, it didn’t get near the house. Peak fl...