04-Mar-2000 -- I was searching for some information on the internet regarding calculating distance based on geographical latitude and longitude, taking into consideration the elliptical nature of the planet upon which we live. I, like many others, accidentally stumbled upon confluence.org, an original and interesting site. When I saw that the confluence nearest my home had not yet been photographed, I decided that I would have to be the first. Armed with a full tank of gas, Mountain Dew, a notebook computer and a GPS receiver, I initiated the journey to a part of Ohio relatively close to where I lived, but worlds apart. Half of the trek was on Interstate-275, Cincinnati's beltline. I had driven on that interstate hundreds of times, so it was nothing new to me. Shortly after pulling onto the highway offramp to continue the second half of my trip eastward, I realized the more I traveled, the further I got from the suburbanite world to which I have grown accustomed. As I drove more, car dealerships became tractor dealerships. Smooth roads became rocky, and even some form of dirt road/paved road combination. I had brought with me directions to the confluence that I got from mapblast.com. Even with a GPS with moving map, and directions from this reliable, popular directions site, I ended up missing some turns, and had to backtrack. I did eventually reach the confluence. It sits in the middle of a large field, with a house being build directly northeast of it. I wonder if the owner of that property knows about the confluence, that apparently, he or she owns. I stopped my Mustang on Kress Road, directly east of the confluence. This is where I spent the majority of my time with the confluence. I snapped some pictures, and decided to attempt to approach the confluence from the north, west and south. I stopped again on New Harmony Shiloh Road. There were houses on this road, opposite the confluence, with people tending to their yards. At first, I was of no consequence to them, just another car driving by. It was when I stopped directly in front of their houses, and drove back and forth past the intersection of New Harmony Shiloh and New Harmony Salem that they took notice. Their stares started to look confused, and angry to some degree. Who was this good looking guy in some blue sports car taking pictures of the field in front of my house? I figured the ratio of shotguns to people in thie part of the state is relatively high, so I decided to allow these people their privacy once again. I returned home, dropped off the $5 disposable camera off at Wal-Mart for processing, and grabbed a bite to eat. I was done hunting for the day.