Well, believe it or not, this is a first…A gravel travel and a hiking trip all in one day! And it was such a great day. I woke up the Saturday after Thanksgiving prepared for the ground to be white with snow, but what I actually saw was still green grass and copious amounts of sunshine. When I stepped outside it was even relatively warm (40 degrees at 10 a.m.!). I knew right away there was no way I was wasting this day in the house. Who knew when it’d be this nice again?! And since nearly all of the days I took off for hiking in October were thwarted by the rainy weather, I’d been itching to get out on a trail.
So, I threw on some clothes, quickly gathered my gear, and set my sights toward Brushy Creek (you should all know by now how much I love to hike up there). I know what you’re thinking–what’s so special about this trip? Hang on. I’m getting there.
It was 10:30 a.m. when I left the house and started for Brushy. But, about five miles into the trip, I spied a barn in the distance on a road I was pretty sure I’d yet to traverse. So, I hung a left and decided, I’m in no hurry, I’ll just check it out real quick. And I’m so glad I did. It was a nice barn. After snapping some shots, I hopped back in my car and took the road to the next intersection before heading back north, figuring I’d just zig-zag my way back to the highway. Yeah, so that didn’t happen. I may have spotted another barn on a hill in the distance and since I’m so easily distracted by a good barn, I pointed my car in that direction instead. Again, so glad I did–it was such a beautiful countryscape and I think I photographed it from every angle I could come up with (don’t worry, you’ll see)!
It’s now 11 a.m. and I’m barely 10 miles from home with my car traveling west rather than north. I decide that as much fun as I’m having, I really do want some trail time. So, I head back toward the highway. Except when I get to the highway I realize I’m really close to a corn crib I’ve been dying to check out. So, I figure what’s a few more minutes? Well folks, this is where things really go down the rabbit hole. After I check out the corn crib (which, by the way, is an awesome corn crib), I decide I’ve been on gravels this far, I mine as well keep going. So, I pull up Google Maps on my phone and look to see where I am in relation to Brushy Creek so I can get an idea for the best way to get there. Turned out, the road I was on would eventually lead me toward the river and if I head north along the river it would nearly pop me out right where I wanted to be.
I’m not sure I’ve ever had such great luck on one trip. After I left the aforementioned corn crib, I spotted an abandoned farm property complete with a fully in tact windmill and a rusted out Chevy truck in the field (a shot that has quickly become one of my personal favorites). A bit further down the road I pulled over for the remains of an antique tractor (these shots didn’t really turn out, but I may try it again another time). After a few more miles I spot a pasture full of horses. This time, I may have squealed with joy. Y’all don’t even understand–I’ve been trying so hard to find horses to photograph! I probably spent a good 15-20 minutes with these guys. They were beautiful! By this point it’s just after noon and I’m running out of gravels I can take, so I hop back on the highway, swing through Lehigh, and finally make my way to Brushy. Seriously though, it was the best two-hour detour I’ve ever had.
To be continued…
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