I left the Huntington Museum and crossed over the Ohio River to pick up Route 52 which threads along the river to Cincinnati and beyond, passing the birthplace of Ulysses S. Grant. At every intersection along the way, Black Friday shoppers queued for position while I, blissful in my dissent from the consumerist madness, pushed on. At South Point, OH, a highway sign announced that the town owns the distinction of being the southernmost place in Ohio, from which three states are visible!
Passing the town of Ironton, former heart of America's pig iron industry (so the sign says,) my eye was caught from the highway by an immense cement factory, long abandoned and in ruins. I took the nearest exit and doubled back a few miles to find it. A monument at the entrance records the numerous safety awards the plant received from the state going back to 1927.
The ruined factory was completely open, no fences, no threatening signs. Only as I had finished a long circuit through the remains of the once-thriving plant and was approaching my car did I see a small sign warning that anyone caught trespassing would be charged with a felony! Given such a magnificent wreck as this, I would probably have still taken my chances even if I had seen the sign first.