Monday Miscellany: Of Sheep and Men

You will recall from The Bug's post that our pre-Thanksgiving holiday included a visit here:

Beautiful Lake Cumberland, Kentucky

Where we stayed in the Lure Lodge at Lake Cumberland State Resort Park

 And saw signs (Sun Dog!)

And Wonders! (late Autumn color!)

After our long ramble from the lodge to Hickory, NC, we visited with family over Thanksgiving, which in my case involved spending time with my father and brother, as well as spending time with The Bug's clan. We were a bit tense going in...The Bug and I stood at odds with many of our relatives this election. We could not comprehend how they could vote for that man, and they could not comprehend how we could vote for that woman. I must say that I felt all parties made an heroic effort to put aside the late unpleasantness and celebrate our love, one for another. For that and many other blessings, we give thanks!

In the season when being one of the "deplorables" became a badge of honor, when much venom has been spewed and many of us look to the future with fear and loathing, this meme made me laugh out loud.

From left to right, Pop, my bro, and me...from a few years ago on Thanksgiving at my brother's house.

This Thanksgiving I had dinner with The Bug's clan in the fellowship hall of a local church. We posed for our annual picture in their sanctuary, and I of course LOVED this window!

And a fine clan it is! (Seriously, a Scottish surname, Tartan and all...)

I spent much of Wednesday and Friday here at my father's house with Pop and bro. In the days of his youth, my Pop helped his cousin build this house for my grandparents (I wasn't even a twinkle in his eye at that time). Now it is his nest, as long as he can manage to live on his own. Thankfully, when he turned 80 he figured he had best stop burning wood for heat, so he had gas heat installed. Up until then, he carried in all his own firewood. We were much relieved to get him to make that call!

 I love to drive past this Lincoln County farm on my way to and from my father's house!

 These Belted Galloway cattle are wonderful!

 I've been taking pics of this Great Pyr for a number of years now.

 More belted cattle.

 And little donkeys!

SO cute!

 And sheep!

 I have a thing for sheep, you know...

The Bug's sister-in-law customized this wonderful travel mug for me!

I do confess the red clay of Lincoln County calls to me...beckoning me to return to the county my ancestors founded, to the place we have called home for nigh unto 250 years. Someday, red clay, you and I will again commune, if only to grow geraniums and such...

Reverse Migration through Cumberland Gap

On Sunday we headed south to Kentucky and took the scenic HWY 127 all the way to Lake Cumberland. At one point as we were driving through the state capital of Frankfort, we were simultaneously on HWY 127 South and HWY 421 North while heading west past the Buffalo Trace Distillery. Going south and north at the same time while heading west with bourbon close at hand...that pretty much sums up Antebellum Kentucky! In any event, we spent two wonderful days on Lake Cumberland (I'm sure The Bug will tell you about it). 

Wolf Creek Dam, Lake Cumberland

Cumberland Falls, Daniel Boone National Forest

Tuesday we headed east, then southeast, bound for Hickory, NC to spend time with our families. We took South 25E through Cumberland Gap, stopping for a break at the Cumberland Gap National Park. We had driven through some smoke earlier, and apparently a smaller fire is burning north of Pineville, but at the Gap, the air was clear and the sun warm. The ranger told us it would be a splendid day to go up to the Pinnacle overlook, so we did!

George Caleb Bingham - The Bridgeman Art Library, Object 29102

You are probably familiar with the Gap as the original land route into Kaintuck, discovered by Dr. Thomas Walker and improved by Daniel Boone. Bingham's painting from the 1850s is an iconic portrayal of Anglo-American westward expansion.

In time and with improvements, the old Cumberland Trace became the Wilderness Road.

 Heading up to the Pinnacle overlook...forest fire north of Pikeville, wherein is located Cumberland Ford, a favorable spot for travelers to cross the Cumberland River.

Internet image of a sign I never seem able to stop and photograph...

Union soldiers passing through Cumberland Gap, Harpers Weekly, October 10, 1863

 The Bug says, "Everywhere we go there is a cannon!" Yup.

 The Bug at McCook's Battery, one of the batteries securing the Gap for the Union

View of Martin's Fork Lake from the Pinnacle Trail

 Fort Lyon, high above the Gap, named for Nathaniel Lyon, the first American general to die in battle since the War of 1812! He would be followed by many, many more ere the Civil War was over

 The euphemistically named "Pinnacle Rock"

 Onward and Upward to the Ft. Lyon overlook

 Earthworks! And my shadow taking this picture

 Interpretive panel

 Ft. Lyon

 Ft. Lyon

 Tennessee far below

 Looking up at Ft. Lyon earthworks

 Looking up toward Ft. Lyon from the Pinnacle overlook

 Late autumn color, looking down into Tennessee

 Gorgeousness!

 Modern South 25E

 Tennessee side of the tunnel

 Looking back toward Pikeville

 There are other "pinnacle" formations...The Bug thinks this is a sea horse

 See?

 Not sure what's going on here...

 Heading into the tunnel from Kentucky

 Such a magnificent day! Our drive from Cumberland Gap to Greeneville, TN was truly beautiful, despite the horrible drought conditions along the way. The drive from there to Weaverville, in the dark along a winding mountain road that only I would have taken (it was the shortest route to Asheville), was...an adventure. As we descended toward Asheville, we were again reminded of the devastating forest fires in our beloved southern Appalachians. Godspeed to all that fight them. Stay safe and thank you! Many of these brave folks will spend Thanksgiving in the trenches, fighting to contain fires in a literal tinderbox. Many others, like our nephew, are about as far from home as one can imagine, fighting the global war on terror. May they know they are loved and thanked for their service. Remember to duck, Doc! With love and hope for a brighter future, somehow, someway, and with gratitude to be alive and kicking, even if it is the wall,
your Dr. L/M, always.