A Walk Through Gahanna

8/13/2015

Beautiful downtown Gahanna.

Last Saturday morning, on a scale from crummy to great, I woke up feeling so-so thanks to the virus I've been infected with which, because it's basically a zombie as all viruses by nature are, just won't die (see yesterday's post) and after almost two weeks of laying siege to my personal real estate has yet to grow tired enough of me to leave me alone and go invade somebody else.
But anyway, my friend Linda suggested going outside and getting some sunshine to knock out that virus. And though I think my friend was confusing viruses with being vampires instead of zombies, I took her advice. And, while all the vitamin-D- enfused rays I soaked up during my walk didn't exactly atomize my virus (as they would have done if viruses were in fact vampires), Tom and I did have a nice walk through lovely Gahanna.
We set out from home in the middle of the morning and proceeded to walk south

along the congested ruins of Hamilton Road (see post from 7/21/2015) for a couple of blocks,

.....after which we were able to turn off and make our way through the neighborhoods that eventually brought us to the part of town known as Olde Gahanna (used to be just old Gahanna before it became Olde Gahanna), a pretty neighborhood of clapboard and brick houses with a country feel,

...contiguous to a small commercial center also called Olde Gahanna or, interchangeably, downtown Gahanna.

The Gahanna Mural.

Tom.

We headed to the center of interest and activity of downtown Gahanna, the area known as Creekside, so called because it overlooks the Big Walnut Creek:

The hub of Creekside is a plaza of fountains bordered by restaurants and luxury apartments:

After several turns around the plaza we descended to the park along the creek and we walked along the walking trail,

..through the park's wetlands

...until we reached the end of the trail at the Gahanna Golf Course on Olde Ridenour Road.

We walked along Olde Ridenour Road,

...until we reached McCorkle Park.

Had I been in good enough form to walk another mile we'd have cut through the neighborhood on the other side of McCorkle park then wound our way back to Olde Ridenour Road to a beautiful wooded area behind Laurel Ridge where there is another walking/bike path.
But I was ready to turn back. And it was lunch time.

On our way back we met a sweet young couple who'd met while they both served in the Air Force and who had moved to Gahanna several months ago with their two young daughters.