Greetings from the hills! Hope this finds you well, or swell, or in hell, or wherever you happen to dwell. Here in the hills we're staying in a tiny house that comes complete with an outhouse, which sounds suspiciously like my granny's Great Depression stories.
Is that your chicken? There's chickens too of course, but nary a rooster thankfully. Organic alarm clocks are overrated. Woke up just fine without one and made for Red River Gorge, along with everyone else and their cousin.
Did you know you can do street photography even where there ain't no streets? Good thing too because getting shots of just the natural wonders was out of the question. Too contaminated with humans. Fortunately they're a wonder of sorts in their own right. This individual perched atop Creation Falls was about to make a second attempt at using it as a water slide after the first attempt had resulted in a rather epic faceplant in the sand.
Was kind of wild, there were more people on the trail in the Gorge than I normally see out on the street in Louisville. Seemed like everyone was having a great start to their holiday weekend.
Managed to get in a visit to the sprawling metropolis of Beattyville, Kentucky after our hike. So much had changed and yet nothing had changed. More on that later, sleep is calling.
