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DAY TRIP: wandering Patty Ridge Road in Russell County, KY By Linda Waggener Scenic Patty Ridge Road called for a turn on a recent drive through Russell County, KY. It's one of the roads my husband Ed and I had once traveled to track a landmark in his family, the one he always referred to as "Daddy's Mountain." Traveling across the Ridge, I thought of the story he always told about "Daddy's Mountain" and pictured him and his little brother Ralph Roy as scared kids, let out of the vehicle to wait on the roadside, while Ed's good friend Michael Campbell stayed in and headed straight up the "mountain" with Ed and Ralph's Dad E.P. Waggener driving their Jeep. Not very far off the turn onto Patty Ridge Road, there it was off to the left, as clear as it could be on this cloudy winter day, the distinct, tall blue peak rising above the Cedars, leafless Oaks and Maples in the tree line - "Daddy's Mountain". I communed with the cows in the field to see if it was all right to take a picture above their heads - they indicated it was OK so long as I kept moving and got no closer to their fence. Riding along, I smiled, remembering the rest of the story Ed always told me. Events that mold a young person's life never really leave them. He'd carried the fear and wonder over the experience on "Daddy's Mountain" in the back of his mind from his boyhood, past his father's death, past marrying his "first wife" as he always introduced me, past his mother Audrey Chelf Waggener's death, all the way to middle age. Then, one day he and his longtime friend Michael were talking at a local event. During a pause in their conversation about old times, Ed said he'd finally asked Michael why he'd stayed in the Jeep and encouraged their Dad to leave him and Ralph defenseless and scared on the side of the gravel mountain road? He said Michael roared with a hearty laugh and said, "Didn't your Dad ever tell you - we only rode around a couple of curves out of your sight and turned around - we were scared to keep going up the hill in that Jeep, too!" I had to pause the memories of the story of "Daddy's Mountain" and miss them - Ed Waggener and his lifelong friend Michael Campbell and Michael's lovely wife Ruth Ann - before I drove on. After not too many curves, Mother Nature brought me gently out of grieving and back to present day by completely blocking the road ahead with six or seven Black Angus calves and their mothers who'd found a way past the fences. I slowed and slowed more, then came to a complete stop for they were not budging. They looked at me with an animal's knowing expression of disgust when humans get on their turf - heads lowered, one eyebrow raised. The traffic stop/standoff lasted for five to ten minutes for the eye-to-eye communications between them and me. Rather than backing up the Ridge to find a turn, I just yielded to cattle time. When they were done munching the hay that had been spilled on the edge of the road, they moved, allowing me to edge past them, making sure there were people at home close by who would gather them back in. Continuing slowly on Patty Ridge Road, heading down the hill where the road paralleled a stream, a tall Blue Heron stood perched on one leg, scanning for lunch in the cold 20-degree water of the day. There was little time to raise the camera and try a picture before it spotted me, took offense at my presence, and glided into the air. I'd never been close enough before to notice they have giant, powerful wings! In a brief few moments, Patty Ridge Road came the T-stop where it meets up with Highway East 80. I took a left and headed toward Somerset. If there were animals and beautiful scenes to photograph along the way after that, traffic moved way too fast for pauses. I drove the speed limit, 55 MPH. Everyone else drove faster, zipping past me, some of them giving me the kind of looks those calves had. This story was posted on 2019-03-16 09:26:34
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