After a “good,” “free” hotel breakfast, we headed west. And finally we were going to hit a state that actually felt “south,” or at least somewhat “west.” Oh. What state? Kentucky. Headed for Abe Lincoln’s birthplace, a site we have visited before, but that was before we had a National Park stamp book. Then it’s on to Mammoth Cave.
We
made it to Abe’s birthplace after a quick stop at what was apparently the site
of some land where he once lived as a kid. After our obligatory stop at the
visitor center, we climbed the steps to the shrine building with an old log
cabin inside. Not actually Abe’s, mind you. But a log cabin, nevertheless.
One
of the park volunteers saw us roaming around, looking all young and in love
(Us, not her). She couldn’t help herself. She approached us and pointed to a
patch of dark green growth way up in a tree where many leaves had already
fallen off. “That,” she explained, “is wild mistletoe.” Awesome discovery.
Yes, we kissed (Each other, not the Ranger). And yes, the kiss has been
recorded for posterity in a photo.
Leaving
that park, we crossed back into the central time zone at 4:31, which made it
3:31. I think. I’m so confused. Must
have been that kiss …
Psalms 107:1 says, “Give thanks to the Lord,
for he is good; his love endures forever.”
Father,
thank you for my mistletoe-kissin’ wife. Amen.
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