Northern Ohio is criss-crossed (sorta; more east-west than other directions) by train trax. Here’s a parallel pair.
You may not know the Maumee, but it’s a major river in NE Ohio. Note the geese STANDING on the ice on the river.
We stopped for lunch at a…unique…luncheree, shall we say, although we ate inside where it was not quite freezing, and not at this table.
We ate this evening near this cider mill that I visited every fall when I was a kid and into my teens. I think in those days the only building was the part on the right. Inside, it reeked of fresh apple juice, and I thought the smell emanated from the beams and walls, and not just the mill, because the odor was so intense. On warm days, I remember worrying about the buzzing hornets/yellow jackets/whatever attracted by the apple-sugar.
6 December 2025 at 1:39 am
Jay says:
When I was in Jr. High and High School we would ride our bikes to the cider mill. You could buy a paper cup cheap and get cider out of a spigot. But the fresh old-fashioned doughnuts made the cider even better.
7 December 2025 at 8:47 am
Sammy says:
I don’t remember getting doughnuts. But my dad, former apple orchardist, was rather a purist about apples and cider. He even dispensed both at Halloween, which all the neighborhood kids (which were usually the only ones who showed on our country road) knew about, and kindly drank cider and politely refused apples (most of them). Those were different days.