We will follow Cache Owner boydfamily’s 2005 hide, to a place of final rest.
Hunkering down for their long winter’s nap, the stratonimbus up above are getting a little too cozy.
As we leave the city behind, clouds wonderfully wash away. Our geotrail winds past Central State University. Created to be a vocational college next door to Wilberforce University, CSU now reaches more than 5,000 students across business, education, science, engineering, technology, and the humanities.
Under the iconic bell tower, children of Tiktok and a global pandemic intrepidly grow up and become someone.
We weave along a rambling route to our cemetery. When eastern farmers came searching for fertile soil, the Land Act of 1804 allowed installment payments on 160 acres of land at two dollars an acre. Sacraments for the departed mandated a church and a cemetery, and the Stevensons obliged, from their farmland along Massie’s Creek. Stretching back a thousand years into the past, an Adena Mound rose along this creek, those stories now resting beneath Shawnee warriors and maidens, frontier settlers and pioneer farmers.
Generations were born, and buried, entrusted to the care of the Shepherd. Evening shadows lengthen, the cold wind mourns the losses, caressing the inscriptions of these roots so deep. In 2005, a cacher shares that buried here is a Revolutionary War grave honoring his Great Grandpa (times six). In this circling of hearts, each is remembered, honored, and loved.
The log records unusual swag found in the search – critter skulls, dead raccoons, metal-detecting bearded muggles, and large-faced spiders. No such luck today.
Just frozen fingers, and a yellow duckling ready for rain.
On our way home, cud-chewing cows curl into the cradling earth.
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