Living Simply on Dogtown Rd., Clarksburg, Ohio USA
(A rural hermit)
My front yard IS a forest
"Party of One" - "Loner" - "Solitary" -- Bear Dog and I live simply and close-to-the-earth on 150 acres of farm land in southern Ohio, USA. I'm a long-distance hiker, a tree-hugger, a horizon-scanner, a star-gazer, and a fanatic litter-gatherer.
I hate interruptions, but I love surprises. (Each of us is free to decide which is which.)
I go skinny-dipping in a nearby creek, try to walk at least three miles every day, gather litter along nearby roads, read voraciously, and love to travel.
(Two weeks in Scotland, Fall 2006 - Gallery.)
(A week in New York - Spring 2007 - Gallery.)
At the end of a two-mile hike across fields and through a forest, Bear and I come to a completely secluded creek -- great for cooling off in the hot months, great for letting the environment absorb us. . . and letting ourselves absorb it.
It's a fine place to meditate, watch birds, and forget there's a so-called "real" world far, far away.
Long-Distance Hiking - 1977
Walking is my favorite of all possible activities, and I try to walk five miles every day. In 1977 I walked from St. Louis (Missouri) to the West Coast (Oregon) along the Lewis and Clark Expedition Trail. That hike took 89 days - almost 2,000 miles. Although it was 29 years ago, I'm still in touch with a few folks I met on that hike. I've walked the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal towpath (186 miles in Maryland - just west of Washington, D.C.) three times. I love the slow pace of walking: plenty of time to really see things, feel them, smell them, get to know the natives (human and otherwise). On long walks, I pull my gear behind me on a cart (as in the photo).
A Walking Collection of Contradictions
OK -- I'm a hermit dude who LOVES gatherings. I'm a solitary guy who LOVES visitors. I'm a wildman who LOVES art museums, Victorian pubs, and long train rides. I'm a quiet fellow who LOVES stormy weather. In the middle of a long Ohio winter, I especially enjoy riding a train to Washington, Chicago, or New York, where I'll wander for days through museums and people-clusters.
I hope someday to return to France to find as many paintings by William Adolphe Bourguereau as I can.
Home Is Where the Trees Are
You can't see it in this photo, but my (self-built) house is right under the arrow. The nearest town (larger than 500 souls) is fifteen miles away. Only four or five cars, at most, pass on the road each hour. I like to imagine this is an area that "progress" forgot. It works well as a "hermitage."
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