Morning traffic flows down Route 23. Semis hop on and off this fluid raceway stretching from Lake Erie, south through Toledo, Marion, and Delaware, crawling past Columbus, with a nod to Chillicothe, ending its state-long marathon at the Ohio River in Portsmouth.
Our geotrail winds through the maze of all those on their way to school. Daycares, preschools, elementaries, middles and highs carry on the business of children and education.
The GPS lands at the Gooding Tavern. Built in 1827, this restaurenterpreneur offered respite from the spine-jolting dried mud of Route 23. As the population of Ohio ballooned from 50,000 in 1800 to 1.5 million by 1840, energetic business owners were there to help.
Sore Buns, placed by Cache Owner Kihap, also means wet feet. On these crisp, fall mornings, the sleepyhead sun is getting up ever later. Walking up and down and up and down, shoes drip in the morning dew.
Across the way, ever-larger churches carry on the business of souls. And statuesque wires power the business of everything.
When we find it, the cache quivers on that fragile thread between past and future, while the sentinel house stands strong.
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