The Mists of Avalon

Trip Start May 29, 2007
Trip End Jul 24, 2007

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Flag of United States  , West Virginia
Thursday, May 31, 2007

This morning I crawled out of our tent in the pre-dawn light, stood up and broke into delighted laughter. Sutton Lake, beautiful with mist raising from the water lay spread before me.  An average outfielder could have lobbed a baseball from our tent site into the water with ease.  In the dark night before, we never even caught a glimpse of the lake.  We were happy to finally arrived after twenty twisty miles in the West Virginia hill country.  We pitched the tent in the dark, and crawled in having driven 345 from Baltimore. 

But this morning there was an elemental joy.  The campground was virtually empty.  Schools are still in session and families have not begun the summer vacations.  In the summer, it probably hums with the noises of  a temporary town, with the camps sites separated by strips of grass like the lawns of townhouses communities.  But this morning, the camp site was virtually empty.  There are no human sounds--no cars, no voices, no 6 a.m. trash-men.As the sun rose over the mountains, the valley was full of bird song-I counted seven distinct avian voices and I bet an experienced birder could have identified more.  They sound busy, bustling about their daily chores.  I have no chores.  On my morning walk, I am accompanied by a small flock of Canadian geese.  They seem to find by presence a minor annoyance but nothing to get too excited about. 

Mostly, I stand and watch.  Framed by the green hills, the Lake Sutton was covered with swirling mists.  It reminded me of the legend of Arthur, wounded in battle, and setting sail through the mists to the shores of Avalon, an island out of time.

The rest of the day was devoted to driving-about 360 miles to Louisville, KY, with stops at Biscuit World for breakfast, and a surprising discovery at lunch--there are White Castle hamburgers in Kentucky! and they sell pulled pork barbecue along with the traditional hamburgers!!!   In Lexington, we visited the Buffalo Trace distillery to learn how Kentucky Bourbon is made, and to taste several.  Camping tonight across the Ohio from Louisville in Indiana.  I use the camps wireless connection to write while seated at the picnic table lit only by candlelight.  How very bizarre!
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