SunWatch Summer Fest 2023

There is a spot just a few miles southwest of Dayton, OH, where a village stood many centuries ago. Archeologists have determined that a cluster of tall posts stood near the center of the village and believe those posts were used in astronomical observations, especially observations involving our sun. Because of that, they call the site SunWatch Village.

There is now a museum at the site and a few of the village structures have been recreated. The outlines of others are marked by short posts where taller posts that were part of the structures once stood. The first picture at left is of a model inside the museum that is meant to represent the entire village. The second picture is of the actual site as seen from the large deck behind the museum. In the second picture, the tall poles can be seen just to the right of the skeleton building.

The northern hemisphere’s summer solstice, that instant when it hits its peak tilt toward the sun, occurred last Wednesday. Assuming that the scientists are correct about those poles, that would certainly have been a major event for SunWatch Village’s original inhabitants. It seems quite reasonable to think they might have held some sort of celebration to recognize the longest day of the year. Although no one lives there these days, there are people responsible for the site and they may very well have also wanted to celebrate the summer solstice when it happened but they couldn’t. Sadly, sometime in the last 800 or so years, somebody invented the work-week so most of our celebrating now gets put off until the weekend. Something called Summer Fest took place on Saturday, June 24, the third full day of summer. Summer solstice falls on a Friday next year so Summer Fest and the first full day of summer can align.

A level and well-graded path leads through the site with numerous signs explaining what you are looking at as well as providing some general archeological information.

Here is a closer look at the group of extra-tall poles. The original poles were charred at the base to help prevent decay and remove insects. That helped archeologists not only locate the poles but estimate their height. A sign at the hut across the way explains that the shadow of the tallest pole would fall on its hearth on the winter solstice.

The interior of the thatched hut offers some idea of how it might have looked when occupied. The hearth’s alignment with the tall pole can also be seen from inside.

Book Review
Philippines, Palau, and Guam – Fine Art Travel Photography
Matt Cohen

In the prologue of Philippines, Palau, and Guam, Matt Cohen says he considered but discarded the idea of organizing the book along the lines of the Philipines’ four ‘B’s — basketball, beauty contests, boxing, and beaches. I guess that was on my mind as I scanned it for the first time and found myself registering three ‘C’s — color, culture, and composition.

That last ‘C’, composition, is an obvious element of all photographs. Sometimes composing a photograph really means physically posing the subjects and I don’t doubt that there was some of that employed here. But I believe that most of Cohen’s composing consisted of positioning the camera and framing subjects he had limited, if any, control over. Mountains and buildings never move in response to a photographer’s instructions and the same is often true of people. In some cases, composing continues after the shutter clicks with selective cropping and such and Cohen seems to be adept at this as well. Given the book’s title, it is probably also obvious that culture has a big role. One of the attractions of these islands is the fact that their culture is different than that of mainland USA and one of Cohen’s goals was to document those differences. The bulk of his photos contain some aspect of island culture. That island culture is filled with color is pretty obvious too. The most common sources are brightly colored food and clothing but bright splashes are frequently supplied by the land itself.

Although it is not presented as such, the book really is a travelogue of sorts. Most if not all of the travel photos were taken during a single extended trip taken by the author and his wife in early 2023. After deciding not to use the four ‘B’s as organizing tools, Cohen went with a fairly straightforward geographical organization. The Philippines gets three chapters covering the three areas where they spent the most time. These are Manila, North Luzon, and Cebu/Bohol. Palau and Guam each get their own chapter. Each chapter begins with an actual postcard that the Cohens mailed to themselves from the region covered by the chapter accompanied by a brief description of the region. A map, with locations of interest marked, follows.

The chapters are then filled with pictures of people, places, and things accompanied by text ranging from a few words to a few paragraphs. Most questions I had when first encountering a photo were answered in nearby text. The places pictured range from mountains to markets. Things range from colorful new balloons offered for sale to an abandoned Japanese tank slowly being claimed by foliage. People include unnamed workers, islanders in native dress, a mayor, a governor, a president, and a would-be bride left at the altar.

Had I really wanted to include a fourth ‘C’ in my list of components, I guess I could have used cockfighting. I was surprised and maybe even a little shocked to come across two photos of fighting cocks in the book. The photos are not particularly graphic but they nonetheless gave me pause. At the end of that pause, I accepted them as part of the documentation of a culture and a reminder that not every aspect of every culture — most definitely including our own — is pleasant.

Philippines, Palau, and Guam includes an appendix where Cohen provides more technical information on the photos and even shares the itinerary of the trip that produced them. The book is self-published and at present the best way to learn how to acquire it is to contact the author through his website at MattCohenTravelPhotography.com. I will update this review when other information becomes available.

Logan Washboard Festival Plus

Once upon a time a friend and I mentioned to each other that the Logan Washboard Festival seemed like a good thing to do someday. Flimsy plans came and went until we finally pulled it off this week. By then, of course, the plans had, as simmering plans tend to do, grown. By the time Terry and I hit the road on Thursday, our agenda included one furnace, one mill, and at least one walk in the woods along with time at the festival.

Even after the road was hit, our plans continued to grow. An earlier than hoped for departure and the realization that the Leo Petroglyphs were almost on the way, led us to make a stop there. And yes, we did see the most popular of the glyphs, man-with-horns.

The mill and the furnace had scheduling requirements so walking in the woods had to happen during our open time on Thursday. We followed the fairly level Gorge Trail at Conkle’s Hollow past ferns and rock cliffs to a very cool waterfall. That’s Terry gazing at it in awe (I assume) in the third photo.

Next was Rock House. I had never been here and Terry’s memory of the amount of elevation change was tempered by time. This was closer to a climb through the rocks than a walk in the woods but that Rock House was quite the reward.

In the morning, with all of our walking in the woods/rocks behind us, we headed to Buckeye Furnace State Memorial. The building in the first picture is of the charging shed. This also housed the boilers which powered the steam engine that forced hot air into the furnace. The third picture shows the furnace from which molten iron once emerged.

We had found one website stating that the museum was open on Fridays and one stating it wasn’t. A sign in the park agreed with the one that said it wasn’t. We were leaving after exploring the furnace when we spotted a car parked near the museum and the museum door appeared to be open. Reality, it turned out, matched the website saying the museum was open on Fridays. There are many furnace-related exhibits here including samples of the ingredients and the finished product. Although it’s not exactly furnace-related, I found the Chuck Wagon Kitchen Pantry in the second picture rather interesting. Text hanging next to it is here.

On Friday afternoon, we actually reached the Logan Washboard Festival. If there were any doubts about where the opening photo came from, they should now be gone. The festival fills about four blocks of downtown Logan with opening ceremonies taking place on Thursday evening. Both Friday and Saturday have music on three stages. Saturday is the biggest of the two but Friday fit our schedule best.

It should not be a surprise that the “last manufacturer of Genuine usable Washboards in the USA” is right in the middle of the festival. The Columbus Washboard Company has been making washboards since 1895 and has been doing it in Logan, Ohio, since around 2000.

Music doesn’t start on the outdoor stages until 4:30 but we found some in the back of the washboard store/factory well before that. Washboard Wizard and festival mainstay Bill Bailey (blue vest) anchors things here with other musicians coming and going.

Most of the company’s standard washboard models are displayed on a wall with prices. Another wall holds examples of many custom models including one from that big band in southern Indiana.

We did not join one of the guided tours through the factory but we did explore all of the manufacturing area and Terry did get some personal instruction on the process.

The official festival music program got underway with Washboard Hank on the Mulberry Street Stage and we also watched Nicole Dicken perform on that stage. The two washboard players at stage left were not actually members of Hank’s band and moved on about halfway through the set.

We caught Washboard Shorty & Reverend Robert and Williamson Branch on the Main Stage. Robert and Shorty invited all washboard players to join them for their last couple of songs and had three takers.

We wrapped up the excursion with a Saturday stop at Rock Mill. The mill was opened to visitors in 2017 after an outstanding restoration project was completed. It reopened this spring following a shutdown to build a support wall to stabilize the building. The mill grinds grain on the last Sunday of every month.

The phenomenal accomplishment of restoring this mill is documented in Rock Mill: Saving an Original.

Trip Peek #124
Trip #50
Boone’s Lick Road

This picture is from my 2007 trip on Boone’s Lick Road. The picture is of some of the chairs lined up in front of Crane’s Country Store in Williamsburg, Missouri. The store is still there so the chairs might be too. I sure hope so. As I reviewed the original journal to make this post, I realized that a disheartening number of things mentioned in it are gone. It’s a realization that started with a bang in the first paragraph of the first day. The east end of Boone’s Lick Road was in St. Charles, MO, a little northwest of St. Louis. I had learned that Vandalia, IL, was a reasonable drive from home and a good starting point for doings in the St Louis area. I spent the first night of the trip in Vandalia at a place I was familiar with, Jay’s Inn. I say that in the first paragraph and mention the restaurant next door although I ate dinner that night downtown at The Depot. Jay’s restaurant would be closed in less than two years. Within three years The Depot would burn, reopen, burn again, and close permanently. Jay’s Inn is now shown as closed permanently.

It was Nathan Boone that was involved with the creation of Boone’s Lick Road but his more famous father, Daniel, eventually moved to Missouri and was buried near the road. The large bronze plaque at his grave which I photographed in May 2007 was stolen barely a year later. A black granite plaque has replaced it. The journal tells of eating my second dinner of the trip at Trailhead Brewery in St. Charles. It closed, I just now learned, in January 2020. Stein House in Boonville, which sported a really cool neon sign and where I had dinner on the third night, is listed on Yelp as permanently closed. With so many things mentioned in the journal closing or disappearing, finding the Crane’s Store website active was a real bright spot. The delightful Marlene Crane, who is pictured in the trip journal, died in 2015 at the age of 84 but the family business continues under son David. And Boone’s Lick Road can still be found along with its DAR markers.

The trip occurred during a period when I was regularly writing articles for American Road Magazine’s “Our National Road” department. It resulted in an article in the Spring 2008 issue. In writing this post, I revisited that article which triggered a couple of memories and a couple of smiles. Articles I submitted were naturally edited before publication but I was rarely consulted about changes or even aware of them before seeing them in print. I don’t recall exactly how I described the Corps of Discovery’s departure from St Charles aside from calling it “the last bit of civilization” they would see. Whatever I said was not, apparently, sufficiently energetic and it was changed to “galloped into the unknown”. The Corp had floated away from civilization on the Missouri River with not even a pony aboard their boats. I was kind of upset over what I considered an inappropriate change but I was also a bit amused by the image of Lewis and Clark galloping away in their pirogues. The second memory involved the last sentence of the article and the only “fan mail” I ever got through American Road. The preceding paragraph talked of the actual Boone’s Lick Road which had previously been described as initially traced by “eighty men on horseback”. Maybe that’s what was on the editors’ minds when they put in that “galloping” phrase. It was certainly what was on mine when I closed the article with “Calvary saddles, after all, didn’t have cup holders.” The “fan” correctly pointed out that mounted soldiers are called cavalry and that Calvary is the name of a spot near Jerusalem. It would have been cool if whoever tossed in galloping had noticed and fixed this instead.


Trip Peeks are short articles published when my world is too busy or too boring for a current events piece to be completed in time for the Sunday posting. In addition to a photo thumbnail from a completed road trip, each Peek includes a brief description of that photo plus links to the full-sized photo and the associated trip journal.

Trip Peek #123
Trip #140
My Fiftieth: Hawaii

This picture is from my 2017 trip to My Fifieth: Hawaii. I had to fly there, of course, and I also did some flying between islands while there. On my seventieth birthday, I did some flying in a helicopter over volcanos on the Big Island which is when the picture at right was taken. Oahu and Maui were the other islands visited. On Oahu, I made it to the USS Arizona Memorial in Pearl Harbor, climbed Diamond Head, and strolled on Waikiki Beach. I did enough driving, including Maui’s Road to Hana, to allow me to call this a road trip of sorts. I watched surfers but had enough sense not to try it myself. In fact, I did nothing on top of the water but did go 111 feet beneath it in a submersible with plenty of windows. I ate SPAM at McDonald’s, Fleetwood’s mac & cheese at Mick’s place, one Mix Plate, one Loco Moco, and quite a few macadamia nut pancakes. I made it to within 300 feet of the southernmost point in the USA, had a couple of brews at the country’s southernmost brewery (Kona), and a few more at breweries that were pretty far south. Every state in the union is unique but this place just might be uniquer than most.

As the trip’s title indicates, Hawaii was the fiftieth state I’d visited. The trip cleared the way for me to publish 50 @ 70 which includes some coverage of trips that took me to the final sixteen of that fifty. Not too surprisingly, Hawaii and Alaska (my 49th) get the most attention.


Trip Peeks are short articles published when my world is too busy or too boring for a current events piece to be completed in time for the Sunday posting. In addition to a photo thumbnail from a completed road trip, each Peek includes a brief description of that photo plus links to the full-sized photo and the associated trip journal.

SCA and JHA Conferences

The sun has set on the first day of the first “normal” Society Society for Commercial Archeology conference since 2019. The 2023 conference started Wednesday, May 31, in Erie, PA. The 2023 Jefferson Highway Association conference begins next Wednesday. The JHA’s first post-COVID conference took place last year but the site of this year’s conference (Mason City, IA) is where the pandemically postponed conferences of 2020 and 2021 were to take place. The Lincoln Highway Association also broke out of the COVID pause last year and will have things ready to go this year in Folsom, CA, starting June 12. There was a brief moment when I thought I might make it to all three conferences but reality soon set in. The logistics of getting to California following the conference in Iowa were just too much of a challenge for me. With apologies and sadness, the LHA conference was dropped. I will be attending the other two and there’s not a whole lot of time between them. What time there is will be spent in a fairly direct crossing of Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois. They have separate journals with a switch to the JHA trip planned after the last day of the SCA conference.

This entry lets blog-only subscribers know about the trip and provides a place for comments. The SCA trip journal is here and the JHA trip journal here.