vacation so far

Cumberland Falls was amazingly, overwhelmingly, gorgeously hyper-real. Sunday morning, before the families and the locals showed up, dragging their pale, anemic views of the world with them, inflicting them on me, alone by the falls, with fairyhead the only thing even close to a person in sight, I was suddenly *there*, and known, and seen, and seeing. I was so incredibly fucking happy that tears rolled down my cheeks, masked by the condensing mist all around. We hiked, saw expolosions of butterflies, and basked in the presences.

Lexington is small, funky, pretty, and cool. Oh, yeah, and kids are still susceptible to my small mammal magic, big time.