Hills

The beautifully verdant hills around Cambridge are definitely my favorite place in Ohio so far. I imagine that from an aerial view the verisimilitude must look much like a blanket after a tumultuous night's sleep. There's no shortage of foliage here, and the canopy has a wondrous way of rendering everything in a slight hue of green.

Initially, my idea had been to camp by the reservoir, but because some police officers nearby had told me camping was restricted--though I could find no signs prohibiting it--my conscience begs me to pursue other opportunities further ahead. So following a back road toward highway 265, we're all of a sudden surrounded by dense forests. There are no boundaries, save a stream here and there, and it feels quite as though these magnificent woods will go on forever.

But eventually we come to a clearing and, quite serendipitously, we happen upon a paved path called The Great Guernsey Trail.The sun is setting, casting its mystic spectrum of colours across the sky. Just a few miles, and it's turned dark. I roll out my sleeping bag under a perfectly marvelous shelter built right alongside the causeway and start to doze off.