Ohio River

  • Ohio’s Edge at Dusk

    At dusk the path hugs Ohio’s side, where golden lamps and shadows glide. She drifts along, both dark and deep, with secrets that the currents keep. Through quiet bends and silvered glow, she carries ghosts of long ago; the steamboats… Continue reading

    Ohio’s Edge at Dusk
  • Age of Steam

    “Your true pilot cares nothing about anything on earth but the river, and his pride in his occupation surpasses the pride of kings.” — Mark Twain, Life on the Mississippi — Parting the glistening currents of the Ohio River, her… Continue reading

    Age of Steam
  • We All Have a Bridge to Cross

    “we all have bridges we must cross, sometimes with others, sometimes alone…these bridges can lead us across turbulences and trouble, keeping us safe…or, they can be burned down to break contact when we need to forgive and forget, move forward… Continue reading

    We All Have a Bridge to Cross
  • Journey into the Interior

    The Muskingum River on its lazy journey to the Ohio River.  Derived from the Shawnee word mshkikwam “swampy ground,” it was once a primary route into the interior of the Northwest Territory of the young United States. River pilots still… Continue reading

    Journey into the Interior
  • Blessings of Geography

    Watching the lone barge journey along the Ohio River, my mind drifts to the beautiful history it represents… While freedom is the primary ingredients to the success of the United States, it’s aided by a blessing of perfect geography. The multitude… Continue reading

    Blessings of Geography