Todd and I drove about twenty miles west of our home to a parked called Keehner in West Chester, Ohio. The east fork of Mill Creek runs through the park. The creek, though small, is loaded with character. He boasts many rocks and bolders that allow the water to sing as it passes over them. In the winter, the creek is a frozen wonderland, filled with ice and snow. Frozen in time, much of the water becomes ice sculptures, adding to the mystique of the creek. What little water that flows, trickles down the creek, below the ice, surfacing periodically to bask in the sun.
Up next: More from Keehner Park.