The Hocking River derives its name from a Native American word for bottle. This has nothing to do with the practice of cabrewing. The Native American word means bottle-shaped, referring to the way the river looks when viewed from a waterfall near its headwaters.
I finally got a chance to canoe the Hocking again in April, after the river settled down within its banks. I’d paddled it once before, decades ago. What really struck me about it then was the partially buried cars and trucks along the banks.
I love old cars and I love canoeing. So, even though the Hocking River lacked the pristine quality of a remote mountain stream, I enjoyed the experience.
I saw only four buried cars this trip.
The folks at Hocking Hills Adventures helped with my shuttle and accommodations. They did a great job on both counts.
I set up a base camp at Riverside Campground in Rockbridge, which is affiliated with the livery. It didn’t have the manicured turf of the campgrounds along my native Mohican River, but it was well-run, clean and the other campers were courteous and quiet.
The ground was incredibly dry considering the campground had been under water days before.
Did I mention showers? Warm, clean showers?
The showers and flush toilets were a short hike up the hill. The path is lined with wildflowers and and birds singing in the tree canopy overhead.
The campground served as a stop on my two-day river trip and as a base camp for further exploration by car. (More on that in the next post.)
Here are a few more photos from the trip: