Meandering in Marietta

We worked in our Marietta booths over the weekend, and took time afterwards for a little walk across the Muskingum River.

Not that we can walk on water! There is an old bridge that has been converted to a walking bridge that crosses from Marietta to the historic village of Harmar. The bridge was originally a covered bridge, which must have been an impressive sight as the Muskingum is quite wide at this point, close to its entry into the Ohio River. Later the bridge was converted to a railroad bridge. Rebuilt 4 times after floods, the current bridge is built on the original piers of the covered bridge.

This lady was really catching some fish--this was the second one we saw her with, a bit smaller than her first one. She was releasing them.

For Rent? Really?? My mind has been busy thinking this over--what possibilities! A man who looked to be homeless--or at least, travelling light-- was sitting on the steps and I wondered if he was sleeping somewhere around (or under) the old train. He laughed at how intrigued I was by the idea of renting an old train care. Not that I would, but still..what would you do with it?

A group of middle-schoolers invaded the quiet. The girls were all dressed in the prettiest semi-formals, and the boys were well-dressed too. They told us it was middle school semi-formal night.

The girls posed prettily for photos, while the boys were being boys. Such fun to watch them. I noticed that even the high school prom dresses this year were more glamorous--full skirts and pretty bodices--with less skin showing than in past years. Sometimes they looked to me like they were trying out to be pole dancers 😲 Styles seem to come and go in evening wear, and I'm liking this current one. Although, I did notice that very few of the boys wore tuxes or even suits. 

More fishing on the dock. There's a gas pump down there. and steps up the bank to the little cafe at the top, in the old train station. I should have taken photos of the station--next time.

A quiet alleyway,  filled with hosta lilies.

Downtown of old-town Harmar. The village did not thrive as Marietta did, who knows why. But it is a charming place to visit.

Then it was time to go home, after our long day. We were greeted on the ridge by a beautiful sunset.

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