I LIVED IN OHIO for the first 25 years of my life, and I didn’t make it to the southeast part of the state for the first 18 of them. I’d always dismissed out of hand anything that wasn’t one of the “Three Cs” (Cincinnati, Columbus, and Cleveland). So naturally, I was shocked when I finally drove through. This place — the place I’d written off my entire life — was beautiful. An entire corner of my home state, unexplored.