About

After several decades living in Southern California, my wife and I moved to rural southern Ohio, on the outskirts of Cincinnati. We traded the entertainment and glitz (and traffic and noise) of Hollywood for the slower pace of horse farms and a forest teeming with woodpeckers and other wildlife. Instead of police and media helicopters buzzing overhead, we hear the neighbor’s donkey braying. And when we sit on our screened porch in the evening, we don’t hear sirens and air conditioners but instead the sound of neighing horses and mooing cows.

State Route 013 chronicles our new life in a state that has one foot in the Midwest and the other in the East. Culturally and politically, it’s deeply divided or evenly balanced, depending on your point of view. It also has radically different weather and a much more family- and religion-driven lifestyle than we’re accustomed to, along with an improving but still sketchy restaurant scene. We’re still making adjustments on these and other counts.

State Route 013 isn’t always peaceful, that’s for sure, but it has a fair amount of stuff along it that’s worth a look.  There are a lot of critters along it – dogs, mostly, but you’ll also find a lot of birds, and the occasional turtle, snake, coyote or raccoon. The deer and squirrels are hardly worth mentioning, except when they are.

Anyway, hopefully you’ll discover more about this unique road on your own. Send me a postcard.