…and high in the middle? O-HI-O! Early this summer, we worked our way eastward, back to the Great Lakes where we grew up and spent most of our years before graduating to the full-time RV lifestyle. Family matters called us back to Ohio, and in-between visits we pedaled the countryside or hunted down old haunts and hotspots.
For those of you who think north central Ohio is boring — well, you’re just not looking closely enough.
We all know that agriculture rules in Ohio, right? So doesn’t that make its farmers kings? This farmer must think so, and his barn is his castle:
Even on a bike ride through a random stretch of corn-rowed farmland, we spotted all manner of wonders… like how fast the corn can grow during one ride:
Nope, no mirrors or funny lenses on the camera. The corn really did vary this much along one three-mile (or so) stretch of field. Apparently the spring was so wet that farmers planted what they could when they had the chance — so some corn was maturing more quickly. Plus there are differences between sweet corn and feed corn that elude me (I was a townie… not a farm girl), so that might account for some of the variance.
But corn wasn’t the only plant that caught this photographer’s eye…
Wildflowers growing alongside the old railroad track that now served as a bike trail were worthy of photos:
And after spending so much time west of the Mississippi, the Blue Jay looked exotic and new:
Just in case you’re thinking flowers and birds are about all one can expect, here’s another creeping critter we came across:
You know how geese and ducks are white when they’ve been somewhat domesticated? Well, have you ever seen white turkeys?
Off our bikes, in the Jeep, we drove the backroads along Lake Erie, ever vigilant. In a pond a few miles south of the lake, we were rewarded with these Mute Swans. Far on the opposite side of the pond, on private property (or we would have been tempted to tromp closer), they paddled in slow motion, wary of us humans. It was nesting season, after all.
This adult Great Egret, near Lake Erie in Huron, Ohio, was just beginning to show hints of breeding coloring — a tinge of green on its face and the culmen dark at the end:
And these Canada Geese (yeah, I’m always calling them “Canadian Geese,” too) herded their fast-growing brood into the cove when we got too close:
Can you spot this little one? I didn’t, until Bob pointed out I was about to walk into it:
A young Barn Swallow, waiting with a few others along this cable, for a parent to return with lunch. Amazing they didn’t fly away — the cable strung right along the walkway put humans and these birds in close proximity.
But something that’s unique to this stretch of America and lasts just a week or two — something weird and a bit creepy, something annual some locals say they don’t get used to — something naturally amazing… Ready? Look:
See all the dots on the side of this restaurant? Can you tell what they are? Here’s a closer look:
May Flies! They land everywhere, especially light-colored things, and that’s where they stay until they die. Nope, no swarming around you or trying to crawl into your eyes or ears, thank goodness. But they’re all over the ground and crunch when you walk. Eeeewww!