More Jul 17

I got to Little Beaver Creek early enough to walk to town, East Liverpool, Ohio, to see if I could find some dinner. Sure enough, Maxi' s showed up and I had a huge plate of spaghetti and meatballs, much more than I could eat, garlic toast (white bread sprinkled with garlic salt, but very good) and a salad. Also got a steak and cheese hoagie for the morning. East Liverpool is in Ohio and my campground was in Pennsylvania so on the way back I crossed the state line and found some very interesting historical markers. I will let you read them for yourselves. Way to go, Ohio !!

Also when I got back to the state line park, there were several gentlemen sitting around a picnic table who asked me to join them. After a lengthy explanation of my journey, we talked fishing, which I know nothing about. They also set me straight on the names of the creeks. The one at Rochester/Bridgewater is the Beaver RIVER, the one here is the Beaver CREEK. Glad I got that straight. And while we sat, a fisherman hauled a huge catfish out of his boat and we all went to the dock to ooh and aah over it. Surprisingly, people won't eat catfish from the Ohio River. Nasty creatures, no telling what they eat down there on the river bottom.