Leaving North Carolina
Up at the crack of dawn, I jumped into the already loaded Outback and towed Puff out the driveway onto Olive Branch Road. I had loaded up everything I thought would be needed at the new house, like my camera, kayaks, hiking boots, bird manuals. The usual stuff one needs to get things going at a new house. This was the most difficult packing I had ever done. I was moving, but not completely. That comes in November. But I was very excited to hit the road. I knew where I was going and how to get there, and had all the time in the world to do it.
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Buckeye State
Nothing to report about the drive up to Ohio. It took nine hours to get to Salt Fork State Park, just outside Cambridge, Ohio. I had stayed there twice before and was excited to have the chance to bird the huge park in the springtime. The campground was almost empty. As tired as I was, I trounced around before sunset and then up at the crack of dawn looking for spring migrants. I never set eyes on a Blue-winged warbler but heard many on both days. The park was birdy, but most migrant warblers had not yet arrived. I had hoped for better but still had a great time. I checked off 57 species, then hit the road for Magee Marsh outside of Toledo, Ohio.
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