I couldn’t really believe it myself, but there I was in Ohio in the beginning of November, and politics were the last thing on my mind. In the rural county of Hocking Hills, a land of limited cell reception and winding forest roads, Romney and Obama's automated "will you please just vote for me already" phone calls would have needed a bloodhound to track me down amongst the tall pines. The election is an important thing, for sure, but to be honest I couldn't have been happier to step out of the crossfire without taking one side or the other.

Despite what the name would suggest, there are no great changes in elevation in Hocking Hills. While it's not flat as far as the eye can see, describing the area as hilly would be close to an overstatement when you're evaluating it based on adventure travel standards. Ohio is not the west, but that is not to say it doesn't have a few solid options for losing yourself in the outdoors. It's actually a great place for those who want a full dosage of the wilderness without having to carry their clothes on their back - most of its gems are highly accessible, perfect weekend getaways for those living in Columbus (1 hr ), Cleveland (3 hrs), Cincinnati (3hrs), and Pittsburgh (3 hrs).

While I never associated Ohio with a paved landscape, glaciers actually took a large toll on the area. The best example of this is found in Hocking Hills State Park, known for its glacier-carved, historically-smothered sunken valleys. The headline attraction, Old Man's Cave, is supposedly haunted by a man and his two dogs who lived and died in the cave in the late 1700s (the man was found dead by a group of men passing through and is buried somewhere in the vicinity). At night, visitors and park rangers have reported hearing barking dogs, only to arrive at the cave and find nothing.

Ash Cave - a larger, more dramatic cave in the State Park - is also apparently one of the most haunted places in the area, with reports of loud "drumming" heard throughout the night. I say apparently here and supposedly above because, as I explain here, ghosts don't seem to want anything to do with me. The cave is beautiful, though, and the largest in Ohio.

Zip-lining, kayaking, and caving are all other options for visitors to the area. You can fly superman-stylewith Hocking Hills Canopy Tours (my friend Kristen of Hopscotch the Globe is going to be making a video that will include this ride, so I'll be sure to pass it along when it comes out for a visual), paddle down the Hocking River with the Canoe Livery , or take a scenic flight for an aerial view of the inspiring colors, caves, and waterfalls.

For lodging, I was invited to stay at the Inn at Cedar Falls. While the first thing you come across on their website is that they have free Wifi, don't get the message twisted - a stay at the Inn is a damn-good escape (awful cell phone reception, which I enjoyed). They just added a spa cabin and you have the option of staying in a private cabin or a single-room in a lodge. Its location a few miles from Cedar Falls and a five-minute drive from Hocking Hills State Park puts you right in the thick of it.

One thing I would highly recommend would be to plan this trip for late September through mid-October, when the fall colors are at their peak. We caught the tail end of it all - the winds from Sandy sort of spoiled it - but the potential was beyond evident.

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When I realized that the sofa was on wheels, the decision was a done deal.

I had stacked the fireplace with fresh wood, forming the base with two parallel logs, small sticks, and shreds of newspaper. After lighting the paper and seeing the ink burn green, I added a few more twigs and crossed a log over top of the two larger ones. Bending down at the knee, my elbows on my thighs, I held my hands out and bent my hands at the wrist, feeling the warmth begin to grow and hearing the wood begin to split and crack. There was a perfectly good bed in the other room, but the living room would be my resting place tonight, the flames my lullaby. I rolled the sofa in front of the fire and laid down, pulling the blanket up to my chin. With the lights out, the flames danced upon the walls and ceiling, and I could feel the orange glow on my face, the soft socks on my toes, the blanket protecting the rest of my body.

In this imagery lies the deep connection I found during my stay at the Alisal Ranch, a luxury property located in the heart of Santa Ynez wine country, 45 minutes over the mountains from Santa Barbara. The concept of a luxurious ranch at first seemed contradictory to me, given the fact that most luxury properties fence you in from the world around you. Alisal may have the same wish – that you never leave – but they give you a longer leash than most.

In some cases, as in the scene I described above, I was content to allow the accommodations to paralyze me. That is, after all, the main purpose of paying for luxury, feeling all wrapped up and cozy and relaxed and like you’ve elevated your existence. For me, though, a man on a mission, a person who needs to feel accomplished at the end of the day, the Alisal delivered on a much higher level – it made it reasonable for a young guy like me to pencil this place into my plans.

The first morning I woke up early – the fire in front of me now quiet – and stepped out into the cool, brisk morning. The mountains blocked the direct sunlight, but the sky was clear and I could see the dry, golden hillsides leading up towards the blue sky. More than a hundred horses were waiting in the corral, but only one had my name on it. Riding takes place every morning and afternoon, but twice a week a trail is blazed into the woods where a campfire and breakfast await (about an hour ride each way for beginners). To see me in action, click here.

Horseback riding, the main draw at Alisal, is kind of funny now that I’ve had time to analyze it – in the moment it was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Obviously the animals are beautiful, and that – the fact that you are sitting on and riding and harnessing the power of a beast – is in itself a romantic, incredible feeling. When you imagine our ancestors harnessing this power for the first time, it becomes quite endearing (then there are the times when you’re atop the horses and they all start pooping and peeing simultaneously, but I’ll leave you to experience that humorous twist for yourself). The ride leads you past the 100-acre private lake, which we will dive into next post.

While a majority of the trails on-site are used for riding, many of them can be hiked as well. There’s a good one that leads you from Alisal up to a spot called Vista Point, and it provides pretty views of the Santa Ynez Valley (see photos below). It’s very short (under 2 miles roundtrip) with slight to mild changes in elevation, no challenge for someone in shape and doable for most who enjoy a rewarding walk.

Here are a few photos of the property and its assets. We'll get into some of the specific activities next post: