This is so funny, my Dad and some buds have a hunting cabin in Clintonville. I don't hunt so many an off-season night was spent with the mice in that forest cabin. But the gal who ran the Wagon Wheel passed away and it remains closed? We always got into town, unpacked the car and went to the wagon wheel for dinner that first night! Bummer!
It's a bit of a hike for me but I'd really like to meet all you crazies in person! I'll have to see how this plays out!