Climbing on top of Indian Arch in the Red River Gorge was part of my tour-guide offerings for my British visitor. Photo by Jenny Leitch
It’s not a stretch to say I’ve met hundreds of people as I’ve traveled around the world. Some of these people came and went, some of them I see on Facebook and nowhere else, and some of them have stuck with me. I’m thankful for all of them. It doesn’t often happen, but now and then, someone I met out there comes here. It’s a weird convergence of two worlds, my traveling self and my self at home.
This just happened when my friend David visited the U.S. from England for two weeks. He and I met hashing (the running and drinking thing I do) three years ago in Belgium, hashed together a few times there, and also hashed together in London. When he first started talking about a trip to the U.S.–probably a year ago–he said he wanted to go places and see things that people visiting the U.S. don’t usually experience. Living in rural Kentucky, I was pretty confident I could deliver. And after the past two weeks, I feel like I gave it a darn good try. Continue Reading →
Spring is here, and it’s farm time! I’ve returned to the farm where I apprenticed last year. This year, I’m doing a livestock specialization. I’ll still be planting and weeding and working at farmers markets, but the bulk of my time will be spent with the chickens, cows and pigs.
Spook feels at home all over this farm and has a knack for finding the most comfy places to hang out.
Toward the middle of last year, a white cat with brown and gray markings showed up. When I moved from the camper into the community house, she followed me up there. I liked having her around. (I am, certifiably, a cat person.) When it appeared that she wasn’t leaving, I named her–a dangerous thing to do to an animal on a farm–Spook. This sounds like a name a third-grader would come up with, but I think it fits her. It was fall, Halloween is my favorite holiday, she is white, and she always seems to show up when you least expect it, like a ghost. (I can even reason like a third grader.)
This is just one of the nine wooden bears I had the pleasure of posing with on my trip to Tennessee. Photo by Greg Rodgers
Nine bears. That’s how many fake bear statues line the tourist strip in Gatlinburg, Tenn. I’m surprised at this low number–it felt like three-times that many. I say this because my travel partner somehow made it a rule that I had to have my photo taken with every one of these bears, posing in real life in the manner they were posed for perpetuity. Even the bear holding the camera. Even the bear down on all fours at the busiest intersection in town. For whatever reason, I felt like this was a reasonable request and went along with the game.
After another winter storm, I was at my indoor-cooped-up breaking point. A quick check of the weather and confirmation of a place to stay sent me packing for the Great Smoky Mountain National Park. The plan was a few days of writing, hiking and a little bit of moonshine-sample tasting. (It’s the moonshine samples that led to the wooden-bear photo shoot, I believe.) Continue Reading →
I have many photos of post-run celebrations (and a few of pre-run celebrations), but this is the only photo I have of me actually running. And it’s blurry. (Sorry.) This was a few years ago at the Shamrock Shuffle, a 3K race that kicks off St. Patrick’s Day festivities–hence the awesome socks and headgear. I normally give photo credit when I didn’t take the photo, but I won’t throw my paparazzo under the bus this time.
In my last post, I whined about being stuck inside because of this miserable winter but admitted to dragging myself out to run. My running has mostly been inside, on a track at a gym, because even when it’s not painfully cold outside, the sidewalks and roads have too much ice for me to trust a run in a neighborhood. So in addition to whining last time about the weather and my declining mood (blah, blah, blah) and then imploring you to practice gratitude (ahem), now I’m going to whine about running, and in particular about running indoors. To keep with the farming theme, I’m going to compare my issues to horses, as I do most things in my life.
I am in a foul mood. Just like everyone else, I just want winter to be over. I want to go play outside. I want to be able to go for my run without fear of breaking an ankle on the ice. I want to be able to go hiking without fear of hypothermia. I want. I want. I want.