Come Hang at the Wayne – a SE Ohio Excerpt

Come Hang at the Wayne – a SE Ohio Anthology

Hey everybody, how’s it hanging? Throughout this post, I’ll be writing a short expository of my job and some happenings at the Wayne. As an engineer, my typical role would be to design structures and the surrounding infrastructure, manage a construction site, and ensure the accuracy of as-builts in compliance with plans. However, since the construction season typically tapers off in the winter, I’ve had the privileged experience of being able to see all the forest has to offer, such as running with the survey crews to navigate and document the landscape, meeting the local populace, and overall invigorating exploration of the historical and fertile foothills of Appalachia in South-Eastern Ohio, and the lands of its namesake, Major General Anthony Wayne.

One moderate day in Ohio, a surveyor and I traversed out into the wilderness, learning the lay of the land and its people, from characters such as the local booze cruiser, or the vandals using bolt cutters to gain access to fenced-off structures of questionable integrity. The building in question towered about 100 feet into the sky, a fire watchtower of antiquity no longer in use and caged off to prevent injury liability. Structural sound until recently, a storm had severely damaged the foundations of the structure, causing it to be quite unstable. Further down the same road, I got to learn some history about early colonial Ohio, in the form of a thief’s den. Below is an image of where a horse thief would ride his stolen horses from the nearby settlement where he could store and later pawn at upstanding establishments such as a fence. Back then, stealing horses was tantamount to murder, as horses were how many settlers could make a living, and taking away the means to provide was severely looked down upon. According to local legend, the thief was later hung for his crimes.

Thieves Den for Stolen Horses

Even though my position can tend to be ultracrepidarian at times, the unsurmountable erudition and unequivocal divulgence I stand to gain are indispensable, and I am thankful for the opportunity provided to me by Environment for the Americas.

A colonial poem about Maj-Gen Wayne:

“Each soldier darts amain

And every youth with ardor burns

To emulate our Wayne.”

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