We spent the night in Kentucky in a hotel. The next morning we went to visit Courtney's aunt in Viper, who fixed us a fabulous
Kentucky breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, fried bologna and gravy, and then
we went to the family cemetery where Courtney’s grandma and grandpa are buried,
among other family members.
It’s a peculiar experience, to drive through such
small communities. At one point we got really lost and stopped to knock on
someone’s door, to ask if they knew the exact location of the cemetery: a
random house, but sure enough, not only could they happily direct us, but they
also remembered Courtney’s uncles and grandparents. The man at the door, yelling
back into the house where his old grandpa and wife were sitting, “Yo'all remember them Fugate boys that lived up the creek?” As
we drove off, following directions like, “take a right at the end of the corn
field,” we imagined they were still exchanging stories about our family,
stories that we would have loved to hear.
Our drive that day went through four states (260 miles). Courtney
was determined to photograph all the signs, welcoming us into each state, but
guess what? It’s really hard to take pictures of road signs that you pass on a
highway!
