I found this drive-in theater on a poker run with the Loudonville, Ohio American Legion Riders. It’s in Plymouth, Ohio on the northern edge of Richland County.
The theater sits on State Route 61, just on the southern edge of Plymouth, Ohio.
It is used as a salvage yard now and there is a for sale sign out front.
I find it incredible how long these old drive-in screens stay standing after they’re abandoned. I would think a giant flat area like this would be easily torn down by a strong wind. There must be more to their design than meets the eye.
This is a short video showing the view from Putnam Hill Park. The history and unique Y-Bridge, the converging Licking River and Muskingum River, and Downtown Zanesville are the highlights of the view.
I would like to go back to shoot this again in the early morning. The light would be better and there would not be so many visitors. My street smarts told me that there were some things going on in this park that weren’t right, so keep this in mind if visiting in the late evening hours.
We took an evening motorcycle ride up to Honey Run. The plan was to video the falls, then hike. My wife’s phone blared out a storm warning and we had to leave early.
We dodged a serious hail and thunderstorm all the way home. That’s how it goes if you’re going to ride in April in Ohio. It made for an adventure, but the video could have been better. Still the best one to date. I’ll keep trying.
I found this while riding motorcycles on the backroads of Licking County, Ohio. It’s one of the better preserved one-room schoolhouses that still stand.
I sat there on a very modern motorcycle wondering what it must have been like when this was built. The comparison of provisions given to today’s children are so much different, but of course, so is everything about their educational requirements to succeed.
At first I thought this may have been a small church. The steeple is missing,. I’ve reconsidered when I took the size of the building into account.
The birds around this swamp area of the trail were abundant even on a winter day. I have to remember to get back here on a Spring day.
During the game, I made these photos. I picked them out of many that I took and processed them to what my mind’s eye saw.
Monday brought long winded discussions of a few Super Bowl plays, few mentions of players or even team names, and a long focus on the half-time show. The show starred a lady with a name that sounded like a character for toddlers, but grown men were talking about her. I never did look up who played the game.
National Road History peaks my interest. Every year, less and less evidence of the old road exist. More vanishes and gives way to newer things. Today I rode from Route 13 to Columbus, Ohio on Route 40 to have a look.
The Jack Town Pub Is Gone
Today, 1/2/2017, The Jack Town Pub is gone.
I heard so many rumors about the demise of The Jack Town Pub that I wouldn’t really know the exact cause. What replaces it will tell me more about what really happened here. The end result though, a missing piece of Licking County, Ohio history on The National Road. Not all of it can be saved. We can hope something promising replaces it.
The Shamrock Is Falling Into Severe Disrepair
Old historical buildings tend to turn into rummage sales, antique stores, and flea markets before their demise. It’s as if they are recalling better times and spewing out remnants from those days.
National Road history is so interesting because it’s still alive. You can drive out to it and touch and feel it. The modern day equivalent roars loud nearby on Interstate 70.
The road stretches from the middle of Illinois to Baltimore, Maryland. Where it starts and stops depends on what level of National Road purist you are.
Today’s foggy January 2, 2017 visit was just another witness to the state of the road. As for so long, it just slowly rots away and occasionally headway is made and new businesses arrive.
Color preferences in small town America. Red, white, or blue.
This scene caught my eye when I noticed the trim of the houses matched the pickup trucks out front. It was taken in Murray City, Ohio, a nice little town with a great American Legion that’s well worth a visit.
Tonight I went for a little ride during a “level 1 snow emergency”. Yes, that’s what they call it when you can still drive without problems, very few accidents on the road, and only spotty power outages. I’m not sure how the fit “emergency” into that equation, but I do know it drives milk and bread sales.
To me, a level 1 snow emergency meant to grab my camera. It was so beautiful out.
I’m not a medical person by any stretch of the imagination, but I have to wonder if they may be misdiagnosing Seasonal Affective Disorder to some degree. From my observations, depression and anxiety greatly increases in people around me with the bullshit calls to weather alerts that are nothing to be alarmed about. They provide no reassurance that very few people will die from a few inches of snow and that if you take the time to venture out into it, you’ll experience a beautiful world that you haven’t seen for quite a few months.
I’m old enough and smart enough to know that entering an abandoned factory could be a really bad idea. There is no telling what is in there or if the law will charge you with breaking and entering. There are many things that can happen, so even though it’s trendy on YouTube channels, I wouldn’t do it.
Just looking at the outside from a safe distance though, I’ll do that. It’s interesting what you can find. In this case, it was the old HPM factory near Mount Gilead, Ohio. This place may still be functioning as a warehouse or at some low level, but for the most part, it’s dead.
HPM stood for “Hydraulic Press Manufacturing” and the company started in 1877. I remember going there as a boy in the 70’s when my Dad worked there for a short period.
Watching how nature takes over anything man builds is interesting. That’s what caught my eye when I passed this place while out riding my motorcycle. I noticed the missing windows right off. The roof’s probably leaking too. That will speed up the rot and decay in any structure.
This stop sign for incoming trucks at the guard shack is still good enough warning for me. I’m not going further in. I’ll take my photos from outside of the gate.
My motorcycle was parked out by the road, but it’s nice to know they gave the option back in the day. Least they could do for the low pay this place was reputed to have.
This arrangement of the no trespassing sign with a zip tied cosmetic mirror and scrub brush still puzzles me. If I had to guess, I’d say it’s just random and means nothing or it’s some sort of homeless code to others.
The flower below is called fleabane. It was once rumored to ward of fleas and pests. Today, I’ve heard that it’s a sign of contaminants in the soil and that it helps start the process of cleansing the soil. It’s one tough flower as it grows right through the asphalt.
When I stepped in front of this security camera, it was about a minute later the police showed up. I wouldn’t guess it to still be in operation, but there’s a possibility.
The police and a large sedan that I would assume to be a caretaker or owner showed up right when I lowered the camera to take a photo of this old tire tread that I found interesting.
The police officer was nice enough. I explained that I was just an amateur photographer and showed him the photos. I explained that I wasn’t out to touch a thing and that it would be a little tough to steal anything because I was on my motorcycle. I also pointed out that I hadn’t went past any no trespassing signs.
The civilian though – that was funny. He was screaming to the point he didn’t make any sense. I pointed to the rotten old tires and asked if he’d had any trouble with complaints about mosquitoes or anything. I told him he might want to be careful because a complaint like that could open up a can of worms around this mess. He shut up.
The officer told me to have a nice day and good luck with the photos I took. I rode away laughing at my first “abandoned building” shoot and how it went wrong right away. I still might try another one sometime. If I’m calling you for bail, this is most likely what went wrong.
Don’t get me wrong here on building exploration. This is not a primary interest of mine. I hesitated to put this out because I know I’ll get many messages telling me where every abandoned building in Ohio is. This is NOT what I do. If you tell me where abandoned buildings are in hopes of reading my adventure of it, you’re wasting our time. Video cameras are cheap though, don’t let me steal the limelight. Take a video of your adventure in these places instead and send me the link to enjoy!
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