Apple pie and big trucks.

Ok folks - here it is. Our first "this is Kentucky, and we love it"
post. Lots of you have asked for stories, and here's one of our first.

Right after we moved in, we were milling about the house, doing our
thing, and we heard this great rumbling. Kind of like a logging truck
was going to plow through the house. Lydia comes running "mamma! What
is it?". So I asked Sam, "Sam, what is it?". Well. While we are very
thankful for the house we're in, the one of few downsides is that the
driveway to the house above us runs parallel with our house.
LIterally, when I'm doing dishes and they go by, I duck so I'm not
looking directly in their faces, 4 feet away. It's kind of crazy.
Since we live on a mountain, it's a very steep driveway too. With 12
inch ruts. (Not ours, thankfully, but theirs). They have massive 4
wheel drive vehicles that plow up and down their driveway, and we
always can tell when they're coming or going. That was the sound we
heard.

We had lots of snow and cold this week, like the rest of the US.
Which made the driveway next to our kitchen window treacherous and
entertaining. We've seen our neighbors park at the bottom of their
driveway and trek up the mountain to their house with groceries and
kids in tow several times in much less inclemental weather (think
mud), so when we heard the rumble yesterday amidst the falling snow,
Sam and I both looked at each other, shocked. Seriously, they were
going to try and make it up the mountain with 2 inches of snow and
ice? This would be interesting. Trust me, most of the common everyday
vehicles we all drive wouldn't make it up this driveway if it was FLAT.

So there they go, with a big running go at it. We were all in the
kitchen, and once they passed, Sam and I craned our necks to watch
what would happen next. It slows...it slides...it goes up over a 2
foot embankment in the ditch to the right...and again....big river
rocks go flying and he guns it, spinning. We held our breaths and
almost run to take cover with the girls in another room. See, because
if he did start sliding backwards, with the ruts and bumps, good
chances are that we'd meet unhappily in our kitchen, since we're at
the lull before the steepest part of their driveway. Bumper, meet
sink. When it was all done, Sam says "That - was not a very smart
thing that he just did." Hmm. you think so, eh? I agreed.

Well, we are very happy to report that they did indeed make it up
their hill. And not into our refrigerator. But it was entertaining.

I am a little sheepish of running out to our porch and taking a
picture of our neighbors passing by, but I had to go do a quick
search and find a photo to show you kind of what it looks like. This,
but bigger, and not a jeep, with bigger tires and fog lights on top
and a roll bar. And no, I'm not kidding. And then this is the view
out my kitchen window, which will very shortly have curtains. And
blinds.

We're off to go enjoy dessert and a movie. Blessings to all of you.
Do something fun tonight!

Love,
Jessica and Sam