I took the scenic route.
The conference finished up just before noon, and I was at loose ends. Too late for church. Husfriend at work. Was trying to avoid the horrific situation at in the basement.
So I decided to take the back way home. The WayBack way. I drove Rt. 33 and Rt. 14 back to Parkersawfulburg. You know, I didn't get carsick at all until I was in the dairy section of WalMart. Hm.
Aaanyway, it was great. I drove my little car around those turns and listened to my music and smiled the whole time. So beautiful.
I saw a sign for "Historic Buffalo Log Church" and thought, hey, that's for me. I turned onto a one-lane patchwork paved road and looked around.
A house.
I decided I would go a mile and if I didn't see it, I'd turn back. At one mile, there was an old couple (yes, they were actually old, not relatively old, and I'm only mentioning it because they passed me later in a flurry of gravel) unloading their four-wheeler and strapping on their helmets (so cute). The gentleman told me it was three miles ahead, which was confirmed by the sign he pointed to that read: Buffalo Church 3 miles.
Let me tell you. Just after that sign, the road turned to gravel and got steep. Not Dolly Sods steep or Pickens steep, but, yeah, it was intense. There were cows. There were bulls. And calves. In the woods. It was so dappled and lovely, even with storm clouds threatening. You should have seen it.
Then the church at the top, on a ridge.
I need to find that man and ask why the Log Church wasn't made of logs, but that's another post.
There was this:
There was a huge spider. Yes, I left the door open a crack.
This:
Oh, yes, they did...
And this:
The event was already past, but, look, it says they need donations. So help out, if you feel inclined.
And to cap it all off, I saw a scarlet tanager. Excellent drive.
