Another Day in the Daniel Boone National Forest

Feeling lazy this morning, so we went to Bruens Restaurant in Stanton.  A really nice local restaurant serving a big breakfast.  Great start for the day.

I noticed on the map of the area we got from the campground all these points of interest called "quilt blocks."  After Googling this, we found out that a quilter in Ohio started a program of recreating quilt patterns as art and putting them on the side of barns.  This program caught on in Kentucky and we starting noticing them.  My Mother was a quilter and I have several wonderful quilts at home.  I grew up knowing a little about the patterns and methods of making these wonderful quilts.  In fact my pride and joy is a quilt that my Mother, Grandmother and Great-Grandmother all pieced and quilted.

So we started looking for, and photographing any of these quilt blocks we could find. Here is the blocks we found over the last few days.  We continue to see more but can't stop to photograph.  It is a bit like a scavenger hunt, without the clues.

The next thing we decided to do was find another Letterbox, Walking to Whittleton.  This one was on the Whittleton Branch Trail.  We were successful finding this box, so we decided to continue on to the Whittleton Arch. This trail was not nearly as steep as the trail to the Natural Bridge but it was very muddy.  In fact we nearly turned around because it was so slippery.  We are being careful about Bruce's knee.  Looks like he will be having the second one replaced this winter. Fortunately, we pushed on and we were rewarded with an awesome site.  The Arch was incredible and even had a waterfall. Met some fellow hikers and their dogs along the trail.  They were very friendly.  We even fed the dogs some treats.

After we returned from the arch we drove around a bit through the Forest. Our next stop was a suspension foot bridge across the Red River. This trail was part of the Sheltowee Trace National Recreational Trail. It ran along the shore of the river. It also leads to a local swimming hole where we watched some locals dare each other to dive off the rocks.  About a mile down we found the suspension bridge.  We walked across it and back.  Indiana Jones, I am not.

Back to the campground to recover.  Cocktails and appetizers.