Kentucky Calls Me Back

After weeks of travel, it is refreshing to be back where the trees and trails are familiar. Dalkeith park was beautiful, but I like my fern valley, my trail that I know every twist and turn of. I have even remembered every spot where there is a fallen tree or a puddle of mud along…

Scouting Scotland: Rocks in Rivers

  The last full day I was in Scotland, I took one last stroll through the Dalkeith estate park. It is so lovely having an 800-acre stretch of woods in your backyard. At this time the thistles are starting to blossom and the trees have fresh leaves. The path I walked on became familiar, and…

Letters Home: Comfort in Country

Dear Louisville, The Ohio river hugs you, just as the Seine river hugs Paris. This cool June the river in Paris was swollen, stealing a bit of the magic of the city. It is quite different from your giant sluggers and horse statues. Paris was a city of many sights and sounds. The buildings were…

Letters Home: Migration

  Dear Kentucky Lake, You mean so much to me, really you do. Though, I have to tell you that I have found some new waters to love. You will always be my Kentucky lake, but I also love the ocean next to Dingle Port. A little migration has taken me far, but I will…

Scouting Scotland: An Irish Holiday

  When you first walk into the city all you see is cute little shops, pubs, and loads of green paint. Through the sleepy daytime streets and nighttime bustle is a rigid range, sporting Ireland’s largest mountain and enclosed with a gleaming loch. This is Killarney, a natural gem and tiny, friendly Irish town a…

Letters Home: A Deep and Dark City

  Dear Mammoth Cave, Have you heard of a close? Surely not because you are older than the city of Edinburgh. But, did you know that there are man-made caves that people once lived in? Edinburgh is not a skin deep city. Below the cobblestones and ancient buildings lies a whole other city enclosed in…

Letters Home: Sleepy Wanderings

  Dear Kentucky Hills, Here is a little story about my first day in Scotland just for you: My sleepy eyes followed the taxi signs out of the airport. For about ten minutes I stood at departures instead of pickups. Once I was in the right spot a kind man took my bags and stopped…

Scouting Scotland: Brittle Bones and Breath

  The body can only take so much because it is composed of brittle bones. After hours of traveling, miles of walking, and exposure to many new sights and sounds, cells begin to cry out for pillows and blankets. Honestly, at this point in my trip I am tired. It would be so lovely to…

Scouting Scotland: Wisdom and Wrinkles

  God knows me so well. The flight to Dublin was long, but there were movies and books and time to think, so it passed along full alright. One of the movie options on the plane was “Older than Ireland,” a documentary interviewing the oldest citizens of Ireland. I loved it so much. As I…