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  • This will be the last time I’ll be lost in LaRue County, or at least the last time I’m writing about it. I’m leaving the newspaper; for further details you can read all about it on page 6A “Where corn don’t grow.”

  • As I explained in the July 19 edition of The LaRue County Herald News, I made a trip to one of the most remote locations in LaRue County. To get there you have to go through at least two other counties, sometimes three depending on which way you go.

    The dappled light coming through the leaves on walnut trees and the vibrant blue of chicory that lined the road had me believing what my mom told me that “I suffer from Nature Deficit Disorder,” and I needed to slow down and just take in the scenery.

  • When I started the Lost in LaRue column I had a lot of feed back from readers about my travels. One particular reader had challenged me thinking they knew of a LaRue County location I probably didn’t know of. Ron Whitlock was surprised when I told him not only do I know of the place, I’ve spent quite a bit of time there since my friends own property near the area. Making a trip to the location has been on my to do list for quite a while. I dropped the boys off, called in the office on my way toward New Hope. I took Gap Knob Road toward Hwy 84.

  • Rhyme and reason elude me sometimes and I begin meandering through the countryside lost in thought. I grabbed my lunch and just started driving. I found myself headed south on 31E. I decided to turn on to Brooks Road, it had been a while since I went that way. I stopped at the bridge, still under construction, took some photos for a future article then continued on my way.

  • There are certain times when the lighting is right, conditions lend to almost ethereal surroundings and the scenery begs to be captured in a photograph. For me, it’s morning.

    Heavy dew often creates a bejeweled landscape and spider webs hang heavy with crystal beads. Often the sun comes up and makes the bedazzled landscape sparkle, other times fog is so heavy and thick that it creates an otherworldly backdrop.

  • After having been given a tip on the possibility of a unique photo, which I’m somewhat ashamed to say took me a couple weeks to follow up on, I found myself traveling toward Magnolia. The drive there was a little rainy and I was worried because I didn’t know if I’d be able to get a photo without stepping in the tall grass. I didn’t have my muck boots, which is really unfortunate for the predicaments I get myself in sometimes.

  • Detours, that’s the brand of travel I like most. Taking the same route every single day is monotonous. Lets face it, there’s no adventure in monotony, is there? I took a detour, really it was a complete loop that brought me back to where I started, but enough of that.

    I took Cissal Hill Road and made my way up to the top of the ridge. It was a gray misty sort of morning, perfect for photographing the vibrant redbuds because there isn’t any color competition and the light wouldn’t be direct, it’s more diffused.

  • Have you ever seen a cow let out of a barn after a long winter? That is one of my first memories as a kid. We were living on a dairy farm and I vaguely remember the sight of cows hopping and skipping into the fields on a warm spring day. This is exactly how I know I’m going to feel when I get done with all the deskwork I’ve had lately.

  • Taking Matthew 25:36, “I was in prison and ye came unto me,” as their raison d’etre, volunteers from the LaRue County Christian Jail Ministry visit and worship with inmates of the county jail in Hodgenville three evenings each week.

    “The jail ministry has over 50 ministers,” said Jenn Mayfield, ministry coordinator since 2010. “Most are laity; some are ordained ministers and some, licensed.”

  • Iwas headed toward Howardstown to get a photo of St. Ann’s Church for our Discover LaRue County publication. It was a pretty day, the sun was shining and the temperature was warming up. As I got closer to Howardstown and began descending into the knobs, the temperature began to drop and the rocks beside the road still had icicles, shielded from the sun and still clinging to their craggy ledges refusing to give in to the rising temperature.

  • This is the third in a series featuring volunteers who dedicate their time in service to Abraham Lincoln’s Birthplace National Historical Park. Many of these volunteers have put in over 250 hours of service during 2016 and were awarded a Centennial Coin for their dedication.

    Visitors to Abraham Lincoln’s Birthplace National Historical Park who have the opportunity to meet Curtis O’Dell will surely walk away with a memorable experience.

  • In all my travels around LaRue County, it never ceases to amaze me I still find places that I haven’t seen, or perhaps I’ve driven past but didn’t really look at while driving.

  • Color in winter; I’ve been on a mission to find it. I find myself looking for little bits of color that stand out against the gray landscape during the winter months. The best time to look for color in winter is when it is snowing.

    As the sky sprinkles light powder across the earth as if it was a giant pastry, colors begin to pop out. What once looked like a row of gray trees, now have many hues of brown, russet and burnt umber; as the stark white of the snow hides a carpet of fallen leaves.

  • January 1 marks not only the beginning of a new year, but also for many people the opportunity to start over with a resolve to make this upcoming year better than the previous ones.

    According to a 2016 study conducted at the University of Scranton in Pennsylvania, some 48 percent of Americans usually make New Year’s resolutions, but only about eight to 12 percent keep them throughout the year.

  • Warm, dry weather may be excellent for picnicking, but definitely not for deer hunting.

    If in doubt, ask veteran hunter and retired LaRue County school teacher Charles Bale of Magnolia.

    “Deer get more active in cool, wet weather,” Bale stated. “You really want it as nasty as you can get it.”

  • 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.