“I have never been lost, but I will admit to being confused for several weeks.” Daniel Boone
With all due respect to not only Mr. Boone but also Alfonso Bedoya, Micky Dolenz and Mel Brooks, we have morphed the title with the quote.
My dad enjoyed wandering, much to the dismay of my mom. To appease her, he would claim his improvised route was a short cut. For years, the strategy worked as my mom did not possess any sense of direction. After a couple of decades she finally figured out that short cut meant this will take awhile.
To continue our heat and humidity hiking tour, we abducted Scout and Elliot after their second day of school and went to the Raven Run Nature Sanctuary, about a half hour drive south of the city. Their gleeful enthusiasm filled the car. Despite Lois using our newly acquired smart phone GPS tools, we made it to the Sanctuary, around four. In the summer, they remain open until eight.
The 734 acre facility borders the Kentucky River and is the home to deer, snakes, otters, beavers, foxes, coyotes and other critters. Much to the dismay of Lois, Scout, and Elliot, Raven Run also claims ten miles of hiking trails.
A modern visitor center provides hands on exhibits for kids.
We selected the red trail, which is the longest trail in the Sanctuary. Several protests were noted.
A former resident still rests here.
While we spotted two deer, the photographer did better with this shot.
Then we found these two kids. They were scary.
Elliot, just like Dutchess, will always find a stick.
A large buck with a pretty velvet rack, lifted his head in this field, but once again the photographer was too slow.
Returning home, more designer appetizers by Gigi magically appeared, before we stumbled to bed.