By Darlene G. Snyder (find me on facebook)
Kentucky Hillsides at Poosey Ridge
A Shadowy Kentucky River
The Road to the River on Poosey Ridge
Late this evening, Mike and I took a motorcyce ride to Poosey Ridge and the Kentucky River. It had been a while since we’ve been able to ride because of Mike’s carpel tunnel in his hands. If you know anything about riding motorcycles, you know that the clutch and brakes are on the handle bars and must be squeezed tightly when it is nesessary to use them. This simple thing isn’t simple if you have tender hands.
Anyway, riding motorcycle is a huge stress relief for me, not to mention the thinking time I get it for my next writing project. This evenings ride conjoured up many memories of days on the farm. Poosey Ridge is mostly a farming community even though the tobacco buyout has changed the way of the farmers. It’s always a pleasure to me to see much of the countryside in this area has been untouched by modern times.
New houses dot the landscapes all along the way, even so there aren’t subdivisions and such taking over the fields and hills. I love how there are still huge open fields with livestock enjoying the grassy fields. The cattle. goats and horses look as if they are walking on two short legs and two long legs from grazing the hillsides in search of richer pastures.
When I was a lot younger, and had plenty of time to roam, I enjoyed walking – I mean, climbing the hills and walking the cowpaths. As children, my cousin, sister and I walked the valleys and discovered unique areas and wondered about things like, what would happen if we saw a snake, or what if the bull chased us, what would we do. Silly things, but we loved playing in those fields. We made play houses under shade trees and used water from the creeks and streams to mix with dirt for our mudpies. When we ride I always look for some of the fields and hills where we played.
I wasn’t raised in the Poosey area, but had family who lived there. I recall as a child riding in the backseat of the car as we traveled down the long winding road. For those of you who don’t know, most of the road leading to Poosey Ridge narrows into a one lane, black topped road that is actually a ridge that runs along top of the hills and between hillsides and valleys. The hills and valleys make for bad farming, but is pleasant to the eyes, especially to a country girl like me.
I took several photographs on my way down to the river and snapped even more once we arrived. The water level was significantly lower than the last time we rode down. One of my favorite things about going to the river in the evening is to see the shadowing of the trees against the water. Looking at the pictures that I snapped, it’s difficult to tell the water from the sky and which way one should hold the picture.
Better stop here for now. I’m driving an hour tomorrow morning to go pick up my grandbaby and bring him home with me. I have the pleasant opportunity and privilage to babysit him all day Saturday. I’ll probably bore you all with every detail later!