The heat of the day was starting to pass and it seemed like a lovely evening for a walk, so I told Charles the route I planned to take and I set off. I'd walked most of my planned route before. But then Charles had dropped the kids and I off on the creek road and we walked back home. Tonight I was by myself and I decided to make the route into a loop. It only meant adding one last section of road at the end of the walk. So...
|A glance back at the house from the end of the drive.|
|0.2 miles - a brief stop to visit a few graves in the Primitive Baptist Cemetery, including Elder Lewis Seitz who married the Einsel House's first owners, Noah and Rebecca Rhinehart (he was also Rebecca's uncle)|
|0.4 miles - peeking out behind those pine trees is another 1840's stone house|
|0.8 miles - the setting sun shining through clouds|
|1.1 miles - crossing Silver Creek, site of the first mill in this township|
|1.3 miles - turning left onto a township road, this is the longest stretch ahead of me|
|1.8-2 miles - I enjoy a few black raspberries growing along the side of the road|
|2.2 miles - turn right onto the Creek Road (this is the best part of the walk!)|
|2.4 miles - passing a wheat field during harvest|
|2.8 miles - Honey Creek through the trees|
|3 miles - This brick house always makes me smile. I think it's the little 'eyebrow' peaks on the porch roof that do it.|
|3 miles - Old bridge across the road from the brick house. The lane across the bridge leads to a barn and a pasture with a flock of sheep.|
|3.2 miles - a second old bridge crossing the creek|
|3.4 miles - This is an early log cabin, the original log walls are exposed under the front porch|
|3.6 miles - another right turn, back onto our own road. It's been a nice walk, but the Einsel House is straight ahead and I'm ready to relax and enjoy a glass of water.|
3.7 miles - a largish, dark colored dog at the house that's about three telephone poles ahead of me starts to bark. I say a silent prayer that the dog is tied.
3.71 miles - the large, aggressively barking dog leaves the house and begins coming toward the road. Slowing my pace, I say a silent prayer that there is one of those invisible fence systems along the side of the road.
3.72 miles - the large, very intimidating dog walks right up to the white line at the edge of the road. Damn. Nobody puts an invisible fence on the other side of the road.
Still 3.72 miles - The dog and I are both holding our ground, still more than two telephone poles apart. Regretting the decision not to bring my cell phone with me, I decide to pass the dog by making a wide circle through the soybean field beside me.
3.73 miles - The dog is still barking angrily. I'm about twenty feet or so into the field when it finally decides to cross the road and heads toward me through the soybeans. Damn, damn, damn. I'm no longer worried about getting back home, I'm just worried about getting away from this dog. Resisting the urge to run, I begin to speed walk through the field. At the moment I really don't care that I'm now heading farther away from home, just as long as I'm getting farther away from that dog.
After a few seconds I glance over my shoulder. The dog has stopped about 10 feet into the field. He's still watching me and barking angrily. Breathing a sigh of relief (but not slowing my pace) I continue walking through the field.
about 4 miles - I reach the other side of the soybean field and come out back on the creek road. Regretting again the decision not to bring along my cell phone (or even some bottled water), I resign myself to the walk ahead of me.
|4.2 miles - back past the early log cabin|
|4.4 miles - back past the second iron bridge|
|4.6 miles - back past the first iron bridge|
|4.6 miles - The eyebrow porch watches me walk past again.|
|5.2 miles - Even when I'm tired and thirsty, I still have to admit that I love the smell of freshly harvested wheat|
5.4 miles - A left turn back onto the township road, but I forget to document it with a picture.
5.6-5.8 miles - I'm initially hopeful as I pass the section of raspberries growing along the ditch, but realize quickly that I picked them pretty clean my first time by.
6.2 miles - I'm almost back to our road. A right turn and just over another mile and I'll be home. I hear a car coming up behind me, so I step off the side of the road.
But the car keeps slowing down.
I turn around and see my husband with the passenger window rolled down - "It seemed like you were gone quite a while, so I thought I'd come check on you."
God bless you, honey!
This was really cool how you documented with all the pictures. It's so foreign to me being in Philadelphia. It just looks so ...pretty, and calm, and nature-y, etcetc. Too bad about the pisser dog, so glad he left you alone!ReplyDelete
Loved the story and photos, Kim. I can relate about the dog--I have had similar encounters in the Ohio countryside. Not fun! You need some pepper spray. Steve PReplyDelete
That was quite the stroll! Yikes!ReplyDelete