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Today's Features

  • This time my trip in my vehicle was short. It lasted the whole of three minutes. I walked out of the office and drove less than half a mile to the LaRue County Courthouse where I got lost in the year 1853. You read that correctly.

    I’ve been looking, off and on, for information about the county poor house farm for about three or four months. There were supposedly two in LaRue County, I was looking for the one that was located between White City and Howardstown somewhere along Plouvier Road.

  • For some reason when I’m not sure where I want to go I often find myself headed south on 31E. I’m really not sure exactly why, I can only guess that part of it is that I’m intrigued by early “interstate” highways like 31E. My fascination was soon diverted when I came upon a road I’m pretty sure I haven’t been on, Charlie Ragland Road.

  • I  had to take a detour to work one day; sure I could have taken several shorter routes, but that’s just not my style. I called the office and told Hazel I was taking this opportunity to get lost. And lost is exactly what happened.

  • It has been over a year of Lost in LaRue. What started as a conversation of “getting to know” each other at the office, when I was new at this job and pretty much new to LaRue County, turned into one of my favorite parts of this job. When I was talking about what I like to do, one of the many things was to take road trips. Not the long distance kind but the little backroads that really give the feeling of what a town, area or county are all about, especially if they aren’t paved; I mentioned that I like to get lost in the back roads and Lost in LaRue was born.

  • An eighth of a tank of gas is probably not enough for a back roads morning adventure, but I did it anyway. I was on my way to work and the sun was shining on the trees that are just about to change colors, mist was rising out of the hills and it just seemed like the perfect morning to take some photos. I was on 31E headed toward Hodgenville and turned onto Hwy 470 headed toward a spot where I knew I could get some great shots.

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    ou ever get a case of the “Mondays” that starts on Sunday night? If you don’t know, the Mondays are that blue feeling that happens when reality sets in that the weekend is over. It usually happens when you’ve had an awesome weekend that you don’t want to end.

  • Haven’t been out and about on a road trip in a while. I’ll be honest friends, it’s killing me. We did go on a road trip on the way to Gatlinburg recently. We avoided all the major highways and drove through all the little towns on our way through eastern Kentucky and Tennessee; it was wonderful. But on the way back, needing to get home quickly and prepare for the coming week of school and work, we rushed along the interstate with hundreds of other hurried travelers like ants dutifully marching toward their task.

  • I was out taking photos again for Discover LaRue. It was a cloudy day and the wind was whipping across LaRue County looking for an unprepared reporter to turn into an icicle; I forgot my jacket that morning. It was one of those famous Kentucky mornings that start out deceivingly warm and then the temperature begins to drop.

  • I was headed south on New Jackson Highway for a last minute interview with a fabric shop. I love fabric, so I was already pretty happy about the opportunity. The sun was shining and everything was showing that glorious fresh green of early spring. A purple field caught my attention so I turned around and parked my car to take some photos. I think the weed in the field is called henbit. I’m sure it is some kind of nuisance, but it was absolutely stunning against the bright blue sky. I snapped some pictures and headed on to my destination.