Black-Eyed Susans bloom near the Grandin Rd. bridge
by Tom McCray
As I rode into Morrow I saw many riders already filling the shelter. Normally this is where I take a break and eat a snack. I contemplated moving on to another location but I saw an unoccupied corner table where I could sit down. There were five other cyclists there, three on recumbent trikes and the other two on upright bikes outfitted with panniers and a trailer. There was already a discussion going on with the guys on regular bikes asking the others how they like their recumbent bikes – a common discussion with recumbent riders. I was curious about the guys all packed up with touring equipment and asked them a few questions.
It turns out they were brothers-in-law out on an overnight adventure. They started their day in Newtown destined for Spring Valley where they planned to camp for the night. From there they would finish in Springfield. One was from Cincinnati and the other from the Columbus area.
There was also a husband and wife team visiting from Terre Haute, riding the trail for a few days and visiting some nearby attractions. They were staying at a bed and breakfast in Yellow Springs.
The discussion came around to our trail and others that members of the group had ridden on: the Great Allegheny Passage, the C & O Canal Towpath from Pittsburgh to Washington D.C., and the Greenbrier River Trail through the southern mountains of West Virginia. I realized that we don’t just have a trail used by local residents; we have a destination trail used by many out-of-state visitors and vacationers. They are coming here to ride our trail.
Just yesterday, a beautiful Sunday, I set out from Corwin and made a point to check the license plates in the nearly-full parking lot. Granted, most of the vehicles were from Ohio, but I also found Texas, Virginia, and Florida plates. During my ride I was stopped by a woman walking the trail. From Kentucky and just passing through, she had heard about the trail and wanted to check out. She had a lot of questions, was quite impressed, and indicated that she and her husband would plan to return in the fall to do a multiday ride.
Our area does have a lot to offer: paved and maintained trails with hundreds of miles of connecting segments, canoeing and kayaking along the Little Miami River, zip-lining over the river gorge, historic sites like Ft. Ancient, nearby state parks and numerous nature preserves. It’s easy to take for granted this wonderful resource almost in our backyard, but the word is getting out. So don’t assume that the rider or walker that you just passed is a local resident. They may be from Hawaii.
July 2017








The kitchen is open to the dining room, so you can watch your pizza being made and cooked in the brick oven from your table while you wait. With light traffic in the restaurant, the pizzas were delivered to our table in about five minutes. Patrons are expected to get their own napkins and silverware and, if necessary, to-go boxes for leftovers. As staff service is minimal, no tipping is expected.
Both Pizzelii and 50 West are located at the far south of the trail. This section, at the Newtown Bridge, is actually part of Great Parks of Hamilton County. The Little Miami State Park starts around Avoca Park. Based on data collected by the Friends of the Little Miami State Park, an organization we both volunteer with, there are at least 100,000 trail users going through that part of the trail each year. There is a parking lot off of Newtown Road at Bass Island. From there it is an easy third of a mile walk on the trail to either of the restaurants. 


They serve only their own brew. I had the Into the Sunset Summer Ale at the recommendation of our server. It was refreshing—good hop with a taste of lemon, but not too much. George had the Punch You In the EyePA. Joe just had a Coke. We ordered the Pork Belly Fries as a starter. These were great. Fried red potatoes, crispy bacon, apple slices and a tasty sauce. There was plenty for the 3 of us, but if we had another person, I think we would have been left feeling a little shorted.
George ordered the Steak Sandwich, a thick and large rare roast beef sandwich with salad greens, $12. Joe had the Hot Ham and Cheese, $11. Both of their sandwiches looked huge compared to my burger. If I go back, I will likely try the steak sandwich. It looked really good. Lots of meat, cooked medium, so there was just enough pink. George could only eat half of it.







