Listing Through Life

I thought this would be a good place to get away from the crowds in Columbus and do some birding while welooked at waterfalls.

We did look at waterfalls.

The park, which I just picked off a map with very little research, turned out to be stunningly beautiful and very crowded. And I only saw a handful of common birds.

We managed to find a spot in the huge, full lot. We spent about three minutes in the visitor center, then walked down to the Old Man’s Cave.

A second falls was behind me when I took the above photo from the bridge. We climbed down and found a huge mob of people enjoying it. I stood at the very edge of the water and managed to get a crowd-less shot.

My wife pointed to a trail that led down along the creek and said that it seemed less crowded in that direction. We started walking and ended up going three miles along the gorge past some beautiful scenery. And there were fewer people most of the time.

It wasn’t an easy trail. There were a lot of steps up and down and quite a bit of mud and some places where we had to clamber over rocks.

We were getting further away from the car and we hadn’t brought any water. I suggested we go back, but we kept seeing signs for Cedar Falls, and my wife decided we should go for it. When we finally arrived, we found another crowd. But it was still a pretty place.

There was a second falls nearby.

We were now approximately three miles from our car. I suggested we climb out of the gorge and walk back on the rim trail. This was flatter and easier, and much less crowded, but still a hike. The trail took us past Rose Lake.

When we finished, we were tired and thirsty, but we’d had a very good time.

We drove to Lancaster, Ohio, to tour the birthplace of William T. Sherman, the Civil War general. It was also the birthplace of his brother, Senator John Sherman, mostly known these days as the author of the Sherman Antitrust Act; but he was also Secretary of State and Secretary of Treasury.

We arrived right at noon, when it opened. There was a key on the front door that we turned to ring the doorbell. Just as we did, the noon chimes went off in a nearby church and threw us for a second. An old guy let us in and had us pay his wife. She processed it on carbon paper, like it was 1970. The old guy started the tour, but had only gotten a minute or so into it when the chime rang again. We had to stand around while the woman wrote out another carbon-paper receipt. We started the tour again. About three rooms into it, another couple came, but fortunately, they just caught up from where we were.

Sherman only lived in the house from 1821 until 1829 when his father died. He was then brought up with the Ewings, a neighboring family. After graduating from West Point in 1840, he married one of the Ewing’s daughters, Ellen.

The house contains quite a bit of furniture that belonged to Sherman at one point or another in his life. The gold-padded furniture belonged to Ulysses Grant before Sherman obtained it.

The chairs have scenes from Shakespeare.

We were told that the sculptor informed Sherman that his tie was crooked. He supposedly replied, “I’m general of the army. I can wear my tie however I want.”

Sherman’s father was an attorney. This was his office in the house. Although it’s on the side, it was off the main entrance. Houses often had their front doors off the street to avoid the dust.

The dining room. I think all the furniture in this room was just period pieces, but it was the nicest room in the house.

The cradle in the upstairs bedroom was the Sherman’s and supposedly held William.

The other upstairs rooms were used for displays on the Sherman family and the Civil War.

Two of the pieces, the trunk with his name on it and the writing desk on the table, belonged to Sherman.

For a local historical association, the curators do a pretty good job. I’ve been in a lot less interesting, informative historic homes. Our guide knew his stuff, although he wasn’t a great communicator.

There’s not a lot I miss about the midwest, but I do miss spring migration. I haven’t found reliable spots in Colorado yet. So when I had a chance for a couple of hours of birding in central Ohio, I grabbed it. The closest place to our hotel was Highbanks Metro Park. I wasn’t expecting much — just some wood lots and picnic areas and ball fields. But what I found was a beautiful stretch of tall woods along a creek that ran through a ravine. It was cool and overcast and raining off-and-on, which limited the migrants, I’m sure. But I saw several of my old friends, including a Black-throated Blue Warbler.

I stopped at Chipotle on the way back to the hotel and arrived in time to see this out our window.