Kentucky

We woke up, said goodbye to the neighbours, and had a pleasant day driving aimlessly around Eastern Kentucky today. This is a very rural area of the country and most of the people we encounter ask us where we're from - I think our accent must sound strange - and then they almost invariably ask "what are you doing HERE?!" when we say we're from Canada.

There's really no concrete reason. It's fun to drive around on little rural roads and see what there is to see. Kentucky is very pretty and many of the people we meet tend to pull us into leisurely conversation seemingly just for the fun of it. The pace of life seems a bit slower here.

A lot of the trees are blossoming in pink and white, and the hilly countryside is pleasant to look at. Oh, that reminds me. Karen the GPS, who has been doing oh-so-well lately, pulled a fit when we told her to take us to Kentucky. From Virginia (my old home state!) she made us turn onto a road called "Trail of the Lonesome Pine". Sounds pretty, right? Well, it was a bit more dramatic than we would have liked. It wound steeply back and forth into Kentucky until we saw a sign informing us that we were at the highest point in the state. It then wound steeply back and forth until we were at a lower altitude again.


Later in the morning Karen sneakily took us over the SECOND highest peak in the state. I'm pretty sure she did that purposely!