For Want of a Nail
Nov. 19th, 2021 12:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tracker7Some very good X-Wing Friday evening, an Epic match against Zane. He won the scenario, but my force darn near wiped his out in the process. My B-Wings did their job of wearing down the opposing Raider enough that my CR90 was able to destroy the Imperial corvette in the next-to-last round.
Slept in Saturday, finished reading The Drowned World. Got up early Sunday and headed to Liberty. Watched football with Dad, called it a night around 9. Woke up around 4AM Monday to get ready for one more trip to Logan County.
And off we went, leaving around 5:15AM. Dad, The Niece, and the Doberman as comfortable as they could make themselves - and asleep; me in the driver's seat. The big ol' Yukon is comfortable and will eat up the miles. I connected my phone and queued up a couple episodes of Ken and Robin Talk About Stuff for at least the first part of the drive. As chance would have it, one segment was on the Blair Mountain War - in Logan and Mingo Counties.
We left too early, and even with a stop for breakfast along the way, we got to the attorney's office about an hour early. The buyer got there, he and Dad signed the papers, and we got the agreed-upon price. We hadn't planned to do this, but The Niece and I got Dad to make one last drive by the lot and my aunt's old homeplace.
Old WV10 is one of the main roads through Logan County, and the road was carved, barely two lanes wide, into the sides of the Guyandotte River valley. Unsafe, at best, but it was what the state could afford to build at the time. Several years ago, it was replaced by a new WV10, four lanes, a lot of bridges, and well-designed interchanges with the old roads; old WV10 is now Hanging Rock Road, and that's a darned appropriate name.
The few miles we traveled along Hanging Rock helped my feeling that we're in a slow collapse. There were at least four places where the roadbed had just fallen away under one lane, and temporary signs instructing travelers in that lane to yield to oncoming traffic had the look of becoming permanent.
I came back to Louisville on Tuesday. I was so very tired of that drive, tired of skirting Danville and Springfield, of driving through Perryville and Bardstown and Mount Washington. Gods, it was good to pull into the driveway.
So, that part is done. Logan County is just a place on a map with some fading memories now. If I go there again, it'll be for a funeral.
Slept in Saturday, finished reading The Drowned World. Got up early Sunday and headed to Liberty. Watched football with Dad, called it a night around 9. Woke up around 4AM Monday to get ready for one more trip to Logan County.
And off we went, leaving around 5:15AM. Dad, The Niece, and the Doberman as comfortable as they could make themselves - and asleep; me in the driver's seat. The big ol' Yukon is comfortable and will eat up the miles. I connected my phone and queued up a couple episodes of Ken and Robin Talk About Stuff for at least the first part of the drive. As chance would have it, one segment was on the Blair Mountain War - in Logan and Mingo Counties.
We left too early, and even with a stop for breakfast along the way, we got to the attorney's office about an hour early. The buyer got there, he and Dad signed the papers, and we got the agreed-upon price. We hadn't planned to do this, but The Niece and I got Dad to make one last drive by the lot and my aunt's old homeplace.
Old WV10 is one of the main roads through Logan County, and the road was carved, barely two lanes wide, into the sides of the Guyandotte River valley. Unsafe, at best, but it was what the state could afford to build at the time. Several years ago, it was replaced by a new WV10, four lanes, a lot of bridges, and well-designed interchanges with the old roads; old WV10 is now Hanging Rock Road, and that's a darned appropriate name.
The few miles we traveled along Hanging Rock helped my feeling that we're in a slow collapse. There were at least four places where the roadbed had just fallen away under one lane, and temporary signs instructing travelers in that lane to yield to oncoming traffic had the look of becoming permanent.
I came back to Louisville on Tuesday. I was so very tired of that drive, tired of skirting Danville and Springfield, of driving through Perryville and Bardstown and Mount Washington. Gods, it was good to pull into the driveway.
So, that part is done. Logan County is just a place on a map with some fading memories now. If I go there again, it'll be for a funeral.