Someone recently asked me how I come up with the ideas for my articles. The truth is I don’t. The only thing I come up with is a plan on where to drive and then I put the rest in the hands of the creator and watch for the beauty all around me. It doesn’t take long before my senses are heightened and I get what I need to put together a fun article with photos to share.
This week, I wanted to venture in to Brown County. I knew there was a covered bridge just down U.S. Route 50 in Fayetteville because I got to photograph it during the snow. Today, that is where our journey began, with a left turn onto McCafferty Road and a quick stop at the bridge. I didn’t see a date on the bridge so I looked it up online. The description says it’s a covered bridge over East Fork Little Miami River on McCafferty Road. It was built 1877 and rehabilitated 1963. The bridge is open to traffic. I walked down to the river, which doesn’t have much water right now but has wonderful flowers all along the edge of the river. Just before the bridge on the right is an abandoned home. It’s too overgrown for photos right now, but it will be a destination for a fall trip.
From McCafferty Road, we turned right on Foozer Road and then right on to Gauche Road, where we found this great Hudepohl trailer next to an old barn. The name on the trailer reminded me of my grandfather. When I was very young, probably 6 or 7 years old, we visited with my grandparents every weekend. When we arrived, many times my dad would take us down the street to the local tavern to get my grandfather’s beer jug refilled, with Hudepohl Beer, of course. Things were much different in those days. The tavern was a family place and we often ate there. It was a place like “Cheers,” where everyone knew our names. Once back to my grandparent’s house, my father, uncle and grandfather would have a couple of beers over the course of the evening. We all sat outside and listened as the adults told stories. I remember sitting until it got dark and laughing all night long. I also remember sitting on my grandpa or uncle’s lap and feeling very loved on those weekend evenings. I loved the memories that came to me seeing this trailer.
We turned on to Bodman Road and we came to SR 32 near Mt. Orab. We drove through town on U.S. Route 68 and stopped in town to pick up some mums at a great little nursery in town by the railroad tracks. We knew there was a train station in town so we stopped to get a couple of photos. The station has the town name spelled Mt. Oreb instead of Mt. Orab. Going to my trusty search engine, I found out that Mt. Oreb was named after the biblical city of Mount Horeb. The station was built in 1884 and is the oldest building in town. I couldn’t find anything on the red building next to the tracks, but I would venture a guess that it was a hotel or boarding house. Mt. Orab is a beautiful little town and makes for a great country drive.
I love everything country, from barns, fields, and farm machinery to great hand-painted signs showing where to buy fresh eggs. Heading back home from Mt. Orab, we turned right on Greenbush off of U.S. 68. I told Craig that there is a pink barn that I have always wanted to take a photo of and to see if we could safely pull over to let me get a few shots. The barn was so pretty with huge sunflowers adorning its fence and a hand-painted egg sign. What a great way to wind down our drive.
It started to drizzle, so we headed to back to our country home and decided to revisit Brown County another time and look for additional photos to bring to you. Thank you for your emails, please continue to write me with your ideas and notes. Until next week, stay safe and enjoy the beauty around you.
Karen Ruhl is a professional photographer and creative artist. Her background includes speaking, working in broadcasting, owning a creative agency and publishing a children’s book. You can reach Karen at firstname.lastname@example.org.