Leaving Steubenville, we took Ohio Route 7 north. Rich green leaves canvassed the rise up along the hills of the valley as the route hugged the Ohio River, road and water lacing through the small cities and towns of the old industrial America. Camera-ready, bright sun illuminated all, allowing my mind to catch the images.
It is diificult to believe that so many people move away from the bustle to the Western states like Colorado and Montana, when beautiful landscapes lie near, often unnoticed, undervalued. Perhaps a few stop here and see. Settle. Grow deep strong roots.
7 turned off the waterway and into Route 11. Then our exit onto the interstate came. We headed northwest to Cleveland. It's a big city, but traffic was very manageable, especially being Sunday afternoon.
After unloading our gear at the hotel, we drove out to see Sandra's family. For me, it was my first meeting. Father. Mother. Two brothers. Talk about the neightborhood, its changes. Talk about the city's basketball team, its possibility. This is home for Sandra. She showed me the tree her father planted when she was young, a tree which grew with her. It's a tall strong tree in the backyard now. Leaves filling the sky, it shades the lawn.
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