Mountain Man

What a beautiful vista. If there was more swimming going on in Appalachia, I could see myself moving there for the fun mountain driving and beautiful views. But alas, the sport is all but non-existent there.

Anyway I just returned from a service trip to a little place called Harlan, in Kentucky. It was enjoyable week of hard work and pleasant company. It's just a shame though to see such a nice area exploited for its mineral wealth (i.e. Coal).

The trip down was made during the day, but the return trip was made mostly in the dark. And driving 300 odd miles in the pitch blackness of the countryside gives a man time to think. To think about why so many people find it necessary to run their hi-beams on the interstate. In 300 or so miles of driving, I never once had trouble seeing far enough ahead of me. Except of course when I was being blinded by hi-beams in my side view mirrors or oncoming traffic. Oh well, I'll try not get too frustrated with the thoughtlessness of others.

In other driving news, who has the right of way in this situation? Me, turning left from the main road into a parking lot, or another car turning onto the main road from the next parking lot. (Hint: It's me. I started on the main road. Way to go Belden Village drivers)