Red Highways

We traveled north for two days as we made our way to family in Ohio. It was a shock seeing so many deer on the roads, both dead and alive. It must be the season. It was sheer luck that we did not collide with one of them as they stood at the edge of woods, sprinted across the county roads, and even jumped the Jersey barriers on the major routes. Following several US highways, red on the map, and even the dreaded interstate, we ended up in Athens, Ohio at sunset. Triple A marked the town with a red tent, meaning camping at Stroud Run State Park east of town. The GPS told us to turn west and the road signs directed us north. It was a challenge that sent us wandering around the student housing section of this university town where a tent pitched on any green space probably would have not been noticed. Nevertheless, redfaced, we knocked on the door of the fire station and asked for help finding the park. Finally, we pulled in to an all but empty campground, pitched the tent and plopped down on our leaky air mattress. It was a fine night with no student yahoos disturbing the peace. On to Toledo...