The Hope Furnace was one of 69 charcoal-iron furnaces producing high grade iron ore in the mid-nineteenth century. What remains of it was just down the road from our cabin in Lake Hope State Park. Since education is always a part of our travels together, we stopped and read the marker placed by the Ohio Historical Society. (I personally love Ohio historical markers, and try not to pass one up.) It didn't reproduce so well here, unfortunately.
More reminders of days gone by.
While at Lake Hope, we stayed here, in Cabin #41, the Pine cabin. Each of the cabins had a number, and also a tree name. This photo is taken from the road in front, where sometimes as many as 3 or even 4 cars passed by each night. Whew! The traffic was murder!
You can't see our little "patio," basically a bit of dirt with a picnic table and two heavy-duty lawn chairs, but it was here, in front of the cabin, that I was finally justified in my sister's eyes for my bird nerdiness. While making our plans, she asked, plaintively, "You aren't going to drag me out for night birding, are you?" I chuckled, because I had been thinking that I would need to do some owling on this trip.
After dinner our first night, I sat out on the "patio" with my owl tape. It only took three or four repetitions before I had called in three Eastern Screech Owls. One was in the tree just in front of us, another near the cabin behind us, and a third a little further away. They were all "talking" to each other, so I didn't even need to use the tape any more.
Lisa isn't easily impressed, but I think I got her that night. Two nights later, I saw two screech owls (or the same one, twice) fly in and land in a nearby tree in response to my tape. Pretty cool, I thought!
The bedrooms were nice.