imagine most people have heard about Wetzel Rock but we had an interesting
trek to the Rock in the fall of 1997.
was October but still warm. A little too warm for perfect trekking but
who can complain for October is the best month 0f the year.
grew up in the area and had been to Wetzel Rock many times. He took me
there when I was pregnant for our second son some 29 years ago. I knew
I could still make the journey but I wasn't sure I remembered how to get
there. No need to worry, Frank WOULD SHOW US THE WAY.
We arrived at the
farm where the Rock was located and grabbed our gear and headed north.
(I think) There were 10 of us.Frank
and John Suchora,
and Jenny their dog,Troy
and Darla Soweres and son Dakoda, Rob
Park and Hawk Stephens
Morgan County, Ohio is God's country to me and I'm sure when Lewis passed
through he thought so too. I doubt if He really carved the Rock, but someone
a long time ago must have thought him deserving. Lewis was supposed to
be illiterate and knowing his ABC's was of little importance to him I'm sure.
we went down the hill towards the Rock Frank headed East. I thought he
would meet up with us and was probably going to squirrel hunt and would
return soon. Maybe not. We kind of turned west and started walking. It
had been a long time since I was there. Almost 30 years and our friend
Hawk had been there when the leaves were gone so it looked a whole lot
No Wetzel Rock and most of all no Frank. Now I knew we couldn't get lost...Or
Could WE? About that time Hawk comes over to me and very quietly asks,"Things
look familiar?"I say,"Sure." After all I didn't want to alarm anyone. But
they didn't look familiar at all. Where was Frank? I hadn't heard any gun
shots and it had been some time since he left us. Did the spirit of Lewis
Wetzel take him never to return? I thought it was time to find him. I started
yelling .I didn't care if the others new I was lost. I yelled and no answer.
I knew we needed to turn around and start back towards the East again.
I yelled again. No answer. Just then I thought I heard a faint gun shot,
or maybe a voice yelling. Was it Frank? I called again and finally heard
his voice answer as we started towards him. When we finally caught site
of him he had a big smile on his face and greeted us with, "where ya been?"
went on to the Rock and spent the rest of the day. Like I said, God's country.
I don't know about you but I think he and Lewis had gone on a short trek
and he just decided to come back and
US THE WAY
Till next time.............
Keep On Trekking.
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