As we head out of Tennessee and into Kentucky the sun is rising to my right and the Suburban is quiet and peaceful. Travel was quick, apparently Kentucky does not wake-up as early as the Fryes.
As we travel down the Purchase Parkway we see the remnants of the huge ice storm this part of the country had a couple of weeks back. Later that day I spoke with Mr. Yoder, an Amish man who runs a nursery and bakery outside of Marion, he tells me he has never seen such a storm in his 67 years in Kentucky. It was a freak storm that paralyzed this area for several weeks. Miles and miles of roadway pass and to our left and right trees lay busted up in a manner much different than what hurricane Ike did to the Oaks and Pines in Texas. The weight of the ice building up snapped the tops off the trees. Furthermore, as the ice piled up on the limbs they appeared to break off leaving piles and piles of branches on the side of the roadway. Somewhere between South Fulton and Mayfield I ponder the Black Locust trees stripped bare of their tops and branches. As I watch the crews pick up the damaged limbs and run them through huge chippers being pulled behind dump trucks, I am amazed at the resiliency of our country.
Somewhere on that same stretch of road my youngest daughter discovers that if she sucks in several small gulps of air and collects them low in the back of her throat, she can regurgitate it all at once and make a pretty noisy burp, much to the dismay of her siblings. Its not even 0900hrs yet.
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