Excursion 1, Part 2 (Ye Olde National Road)

In which our intrepid hero drives up and down two streets…

Although the original goal of my first excursion was to photograph the Silent Woman Bar, a goal that was thwarted, I knew there were other things I would want to photograph along the way.  The reason is that the bar had been located on East Main Street.  Another name for East Main Street is US 40.  US 40 becomes East Main Street as it approaches the Columbus area from the east.  Somewhere around downtown it shifts a bit and continues west on West Broad Street until it is out of the city.

US 40 is also known as the National Road and it is one of the most famous roads in the history of the United States.  It was the first road ever built by the federal government, starting in 1811, and linked the Eastern seaboard to the Midwest, almost to the Mississippi River.  However, for me, US 40 holds a particular fascination.

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Excursion 1, Part 1 (Silent Women and Space Cars)

In which our intrepid hero’s desire for instant gratification is immediately thwarted…

From the moment I decided that I would start this blog–which, lazy as I am, was some time before I even started taking pictures, much less started the blog itself–I knew what image I wanted to feature as the very first image of Ohio Unearthed.  It was something I had for years been hankering to photograph and document for posterity somehow, someway.

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I discovered many years ago that driving on Interstates and other freeways and major roads is not very fun.  It will get you there the fastest, sure, but you spend your time watching other cars because you want to pass them or because you are being passed.  All too often, at least in the eastern United States, the “scenery” is nothing but rows of trees at the edge of the highway (often deliberately planted to obscure the view).

As a result, I learned to take the less traveled roads, when time allowed, and this introduced me to a lot of America I had never seen before.  I liked it.  I liked turning the corner and finding some tiny town that most people had never even heard of.  I liked cresting a hill and looking down at a great view.  I liked passing old, decrepit farmhouses and wondering what they were like when they were young.  Eventually, I sometimes found myself driving around in the countryside not in order to get somewhere but simply to see what there was to see. Continue reading