Hiking in Hocking Hills

Hours before Billy experienced his stroke, not only had he purchased my anniversary present but he also had booked a weekend in our favorite cabin in Hocking Hills. However, as a result of the memory difficulties from the stroke, he had forgotten that he had done so. Fortunately, he received an email with a confirmation from the lady who owned the cabin which prompted his memory. I suppose the best way to keep a secret is to forget about it all together! I had no idea, until he told me to pack my things because we were headed to the cabin. The drive down was full of natural beauty. The sun was golden and the air had a slight fall chill to it, but overall was rather pleasant. I enjoy the drive to Hocking Hills because with it carries an air of excitement and adventure. We opened the door to the cabin, and I sat down in an oversized recliner directly in front of the fireplace. My "happy place" so to speak. I could sit here for hours snuggling in a blanket and reading a book by...