This Is Why We Adventure

Walking down the street in Piqua, Ohio, I stumbled onto an old Episcopal Church made of stone and adorned with gorgeous stained glass. A pickup truck out front served as work space for two locals who had removed the church’s antique front doors for repair.

After stopping to ask if it was ok to go inside, I climbed the front steps and passed through the opening where large red doors with enormous ornate hardware should have been.

Natural light flooded through colorful stained glass in all directions, giving the sanctuary an almost other worldly feeling. That alone was worth the visit but I was greeted by another surprise, a man playing the piano with the confidence and grace of a trained concert pianist. I stayed for just a few minutes but he never stopped playing, agilely transitioning from one song into another without a break.

Normally I would say that churches are best enjoyed in solitude but having this space filled with extraordinary music made the experience so very special.

I chatted with one of the woodworkers on the way out and learned that the pianist is known around town, always scruffy, always carrying the nap sack I saw resting next to the piano, and possibly homeless. This possibility made me sad. The thought of anyone being homeless is horrible and it seems such a shame that a person with this kind of talent would be down on his luck.

It was a good reminder to not judge a person or place, especially when you don’t know the entire story. The woman I spoke with said that she sees him around town but was amazed when he showed up one day and began playing song after song.

This is why I wander small town side streets and backroads It is these peaks behind the curtain and the surprises around the corner that make it worthwhile. The glimpse inside the church and the powerful gift of song from someone that locals know as a street person made my day. It gives me cause to keep going, to keep looking for the secrets that our world holds and to keep looking around the next bend.

Guitars

It always amazes me how vibrant and beautiful a wall full of guitars can be. It’s true. You can find something interesting to look at nearly everywhere you go. You just have to look.

It’s a new day. Go see what you can see.

Your Biggest Investment

YOU are the most valuable investment you will ever make. Do something every day that your future self will thank you for.

Read that again.

Today I will attempt to eat healthful food, move my body, drink lots of water and do something to exercise my brain .

Wait are you waiting for? Go do something that is good for you!

Palos Covered Bridge

Found time on Friday afternoon allowed for an unplanned drive and some productive errands. The sky was a gorgeous blue with puffy white clouds that made for a perfect backdrop for some rural pictures and an all around nice afternoon to be out running around.

So I took a leisurely drive on some side roads, found a few quilt barns and stopped to photograph a covered bridge near Glouster.

Palos Covered Bridge is visible from Route 13, north of Glouster. You can still drive through this one and there’s a railroad that cuts right by.

Not to mention these cool windows on one side. I couldn’t find much about this bridge other than that it served a coal company during the early twentieth century, a reasonable explanation given the mining history of this Little Cities of Black Diamonds region.

Burr Oak State Park is nearby and a terrific place to stop for hiking, water fun and a good meal at the lodge.

All Aboard At Fulton Farm Market

Did you see the story last week about Fulton Farm Market? Here’s another fun thing to see while you’re there!

It would make a great prop for fall family pictures. Did you miss that story? Click here.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered

If your mailbox is anything like mine, it likely attracts a lot of bills, marketing junk and political garbage along with the occasional package you have ordered.

This week, I was pleasantly surprised to open the mailbox to find a letter waiting for me. Someone I know took the time to send me handwritten words and it absolutely made my day.

Instead of unceremoniously clicking open a text, I took my post inside and sat down in my favorite chair before carefully opening the envelope to read the contents.

Technology has given us a host of ways to communicate quickly and efficiently but it’s just not the same as old school ink to paper.

I’m as guilty as anyone about not sending things by snail mail but the pure joy I felt at finding this letter waiting for me inspires me to do better. In fact, the whole experience made me want to run out and find a good old fashioned pen pal.

Do you still use snail mail for communicating with friends and family or is it email all the way?