whiskey, tobacco, horse-racing and caves...kentucky has every kind of way of getting lost. the surest way to lose your footing in the bluegrass though, is by admiring the scenery so much you wander off the trail and into a bit of adventure. look up or down, there's curiosities enough to kill a trailer's worth of cats. we've been living at gainesway farm thanks to our association with the king of trees, and his fiefdom is a wonder.
We made it to Bee Rock (clearly named to instill a patient mindset) for some two-trailer, three-baby camping and playing in the river. The psychiatrist and i saw a baby deer swim a rapid to escape a hound dog. The king of trees and i tried to paddle a tandem kayak with our hands instead of walking back for the forgotten paddles, ending up shipwrecked in knee deep mud and weeds. The hairless chimps all chased each other around the picnic table and tried to eat rocks.
I woke up in the trailer early in the morning of my birthday to full nose fog of skunk: the vents on the trailer managing to serve as some sort of concentrating device for the olfactory insult. a can full of skunk is a tough place to live. poor Sasha Rottenweiler was the most wounded by the skunks opinion; vigorously scrubbed with a bottle of coconut shampoo, she now smells like some kind of tropical fart.
some thoughts on living in the trailer
1) sleeping with fresh air every night is awesome. skunks and diaper pails are the enemy.
2) tidiness is vital.
3)the "swiffer" is pretty handy but when i think of saying "i just swiffered my trailer", i blush.
4) we like getting the feel of new places.

photo: cool overgrown cemetery on gainesway farm.