Sunday drives have been part of our family tradition since I was a child. Dad always loved to travel those back country roads to see what we could see. Today this gypsy is trying to carry on that tradition as often as possible.
On a recent Sunday afternoon, my car headed out to one of my favorite spots for thinking and dreaming at Salt Fork Lake Dam. From there, it was a matter of luck where the next stops might be. Ride along and see what interesting places appeared along the way.
Along the way the trees were finally getting their leaves in that beautiful spring green with some colorful redbuds thrown into the mix to add a little color.
The small town of Plainfield made my heart swell as their main street was lined with the US flag. Houses and businesses all along the street had a flag in their front yard to show their support of our country.
Coming into Coshocton, I spotted an old depot no longer in use but a great reminder of how railroads were an important part of our past.
A drive through Roscoe Village always gives pleasure. Today there were a few people out walking but not much traffic. The little shops along the way looked like they were lonesome for customers.
Nearby Clary Gardens has not only a flower garden, but a hillside amphitheater for entertainment and weddings. There is also a lovely Quilt Barn on the premises.
Down the road at Dresden, you can witness the largest basket in the world. This delightful, small town continues to make handwoven baskets at Dresden & Co.
Coming through Zanesville, a Whit’s custard ice cream cone called to me. The flavor of the month was Almond Joy, a delicious treat.
Hope you enjoyed the ride!
Comments on: "Ohio Sunday Springtime Drive" (2)
Love the idea of a ride out in the country; we do that too, and fine lovely farm stands and charming neighborhoods. It’s a relaxing way to pass the time on an afternoon.
My family did this just about every Sunday while I was growing up. We always stopped somewhere along the way for an ice cream treat of some kind. That love of traveling the back roads has never left me.