hillbilly heaven

Friday, August 9, 2013

Thanks for joining me Wednesday for the start of my adventure into hillbilly heaven. If you missed that post, you can catch up here.

When I left off Wednesday, we had just crossed the river 

and entered what I like to refer to as hillbilly heaven.

There is something about that little trip across the river that changes everything. The atmosphere becomes somewhat otherworldly, with an almost mystical quality, and it feels like being transported back in time.

Maybe it has something to do with the old Indian mounds that are there. 

Maybe it is the old houses (is there a face at that side window?)

left to withstand the ravages of time. I love to think of the stories they could tell. Of the lives that passed through their doors.

Many years ago, when I was living in California, my brother in law would call my youngest daughter and tell her he had a message for her. He said it was from the old man on the other side of the river. He wanted her to know that he was waiting for her. Scared the pants off my daughter. 

There are also meandering creeks lined with wildflowers,

fields of daisies,

little country churches,

and swinging bridges that people use to get to their homes.

While I would stop and jump out of the car every two seconds to take pictures, Sister sat and waited patiently for me.

One time when I came back from hanging over a rusty old bridge to take some pictures of a stream (risking life and limb, I might add)

I noticed that Sister had the doors locked and the windows down.

Me: Um, why are the doors locked and the windows down out here in the country.

Sister: I was afraid someone might get me.

Me: Then why are the windows down?

Sister: I figured it would be easier to get the windows up then lock the doors quickly.

Me: Yep, you're probably right. I've been reading stories about marauding bands of old hillbillies just waiting to steal the Coach shoes right off the feet of some unsuspecting city woman. I guess I'm safe, because they don't want these dirty old tennis shoes.

Maybe if we're lucky, the good Lord's willing, and the creek don't rise, we can hightail it out of here and make it safely back to civilization.

Oh Boy!!!



  1. Love your story and the pics. Im sure the country folk had no idea your sister was wearing stylish shoes. I am so cracking up!

  2. LMHO - I would be just like sister!!!!!!
    I'm afraid of my own shadow - but those photos are so wonderful - I just love that old store!
    Have a wonderful wknd

  3. Laura, You naughty girl, teasing your sister like that.LOL. When I see places like the old houses...I always wondered why they were left to ruin. Always seemed strange to me. xoxo,Susie

  4. This was a fun tour! I love riding through the country side. There are some places like that not far from me! I live in a mix of suburban and rural areas. it's as if time stood still in some areas. I loved seeing the old ferry boat that could take you across the river in your last post.

  5. Love the country store! Great photos! Happy Friday to you!

  6. Hi Laura. Great story and photos. Now why are those buildings all abandoned?

    And is that where you grew up but now it's all changed and vacant? Just curious. Susan

  7. Thanks for the road trip, Laura . . . lovely photographs, well worth your peril to life and limb. You are a good sister to get her away for a day free of hard decisions. Happy weekend thoughts for good house hunting.

  8. Laura, I love these pictures of the brooks and the church. So peaceful and beautiful! I could hang around there for a while!!


  9. I am enjoying taking this trip with you. Thank you for sharing.

  10. What an adventure. The farm house where I grew up is now abandoned. Sad to see it fall into decay.

  11. I love taking photos in really great places like that! Sounds like you are having fun despite 'wandering bands of hillbillies'!!


  12. My Gosh- It really IS otherworldly, isn't it? I just love your pictures. Those old abandoned buildings always make me want to know the stories behind them. Why they were left and gone to ruin. Great pictures and I am laughing at your sister! xo Diana

  13. Well, this looks like some of my area and I have to say that I have only met really sweet, "Hillbillies"! lol

  14. Beautiful pictures! Having been born in WV, and having gone to school at WVU, these scenes take me back!

  15. :D Laura, I must say I've enjoyed both Hillbilly Tour posts! What in the world are y'all doing out there, other than enjoying the scenery? Are you out there for a reason???

  16. Funny how seeing areas you might have driven on by through someone else's eyes can be so interesting. We live in rural Ky and I am always trying to get pics of things like that but haven't actually stopped to do it. Will have to do that now.


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