It is always challenging to drive through these mountains with all the curves back and forth. I especially love to drive there in the mornings, when I'm fresh. 9:30: The Eastern Continental Divide is Hendersonville, South Carolina.
Blue smoky layers of the Blue Ridge Mountains are peeping behind the foothills as I'm driving in South Carolina northwest. |
FYI: A 'continental divide' is the north to south place where, on one side, the water ultimately flows to the ocean on the east and on the other side, it flows to the Mississippi River. The western divide: eastern side would flow to the Mississippi and the western side, the water would flow to the Pacific Ocean.
When I passed through the one tunnel today it was dark and fast with lots of lights on the sides. It reminded me of the wild Harry Potter ride at Universal Studios in Florida.
10:49: The Tennessee State Line: This is SO welcome!
Steel mesh covers much of the tall rocky areas in the mountains. It keeps loose rocks from falling on the road, kind of weird-looking but safe.
There was white-water rafting deep in the gorge alongside the interstate road. This reminded me of a trip my brother, Bob, and I made in 1951 with my Grandfather Robert. He drove us from our home in Norfolk, Virginia, to spend the summer with him and Grandmother Marie in Louisville so mother would have peace while our brother, Don, was born in July. There were NO interstate roads then, only two-lane roads (former cow-paths, I bet). There were also NO guardrails!! I sat on the right side of the back in the car. Grandpa always, I mean always, drove slower than a glacier. I could peep out the window and look way, way down the mountains. I wasn't afraid, though. On the return trip, Grandma brought us back on the (passenger) train.
Exit 393 goes to I-640-West: The first "Lexington" sign!!! Then comes I-75, directly to Lexington: I'm in heaven! - whee! 166 miles from Knoxville, Tennessee, to Lexington, Kentucky.
People in Tennessee like Fireworks even more than people in the Carolinas, if you were to judge by the number of roadside ads: "Uncle Sam's Fireworks." On Exit 134 I passed the familiar green dinosaur. If you exit there, you can get a sample of Moonshine at the Liquor Barn. I doubt if this was the same moonshine I sampled when I was a teenager. A young man I knew had a quart Mason jar full of what looked like clear water. He said it was moonshine and asked if I wanted to taste it. All I did was dip my finger into it and lick my finger. Even that tasted like liquid fire!
Back when I was a teenager, moonshine was made at home, presumably back in the mountains or woods. It was illegal so the government wouldn't be cheated out of their taxes and so no one would get food poisoning. When I lived in Hazard, Kentucky, from 1964 to 1966, the State Trooper who lived in our building was frequently busting up 'stills' in the mountains, or so he said.
This section of I-75 in Tennessee has so many beautiful valleys seen from the road, sometimes on both sides. It would compose such a beautiful photo, but I couldn't stop anywhere. I passed the "Fireworks Super-Store" with its familiar Titan Missle standing up. It's been a month since I've passed this. (It's still tacky!)
Exit 160: Jellico, Tennessee: the last town before Kentucky: wonderful! Soon there is the "Welcome to Kentucky" sign. Wow!!
After a month away from my beloved home state, I could have kissed the sign!
Artwork on the windows of the Kentucky Welcome Center.
Can you believe: I have never before gone into the Kentucky Welcome Center? I guess I'm always so happy to be almost home I have to push on. It is quite a nice place, full of Kentucky Arts & Crafts, maps, brochures, and people to help you.
On the sides of the roads I noticed large gray-brown mats of dried kudzu. It is a native vine of Asia which is very invasive in Kentucky. It covers large areas and kills the trees and plants. It is ugly! The Spanish Moss of the south is beautiful. It hangs from the trees and looks quite graceful as it swings gently in the breezes. It is not a parasite but an air-borne plant. We need Spanish Moss in Kentucky!
There are still a few icicles clinging to the sides of the rocky hills facing the interstate highways but it is just a remnant of winter, only a few skinny cicles, not the massive ones that were there earlier in the winter.
This trip I have witnessed quite a lot of near-accidents when a big rig changes lanes without signaling almost immediately before a car. On the news recently, it was reported that this, including car drivers who change lanes without signaling, is happening more often and is responsible for one-third of auto accidents.
Beginning around Richmond, Kentucky, at Exit 83, there are mile after mile of black fences, black barns, and black cows. Closer to Lexington you will see the white fences around the horse farms and horses of many colors.
Exit 87: "Richmond and Lancaster." When I first moved to Central Kentucky and Danville, I pronounced the second town Lan-caster. Oh, no! No one would know what you meant if you said that! You have to say, "lank-ster." Same thing about "Versailles Road" in Lexington. Don't show off your knowledge of French by pronouncing it the way they would! You have to say, "ver-sails" road. Viva regional speech!
Lexington, Kentucky! I'm so happy to be back again! Oh - gas is $3.49 a gallon here, still. Guess I'll have to pay more again.
Almost home! Leestown Road, right before my subdivision, has been under construction for many months. So much has been completed in the last month. It's been transformed from two lanes to four with the city's second double-diamond interchange at the junction with the beltway loop. Houses have been torn down and utilities moved. Looks like there will also be a new shopping center.
My street has Never looked so good! It looks the same but it looks great! 2:50 p.m., I'M HOME!! I can't find the car's mileage when I left home 30 days ago but the trip was projected to be more than 2,000 miles. Wow! It's supposed to snow and sleet in Lexington Sunday. I promise to not whine too much!