I’ve been down at the lake for a couple of days now, but for all you barn lovers I’ll do a short post from my second day of driving south.

I saw a promising area, with rolling hills and what seemed like a lot of barns somewhere in Kentucky off of I 65. I pulled off at the exit and turned onto what looked like a service drive to head back and look for the barns.

Even as turned I began to feel faint bits of recognition. It felt like I’d been down this road before.

Then I started thinking, ‘if the road curves sharply to the left and then goes up a hill I’ve definitely been here before.

And it did.

Even funnier is that I think this is the third time I’ve been down this road, each time on the way to Alabama, and each time enticed by beautiful barns visible from the freeway.

This year, not having a dog with me, I went further down the road and found some ‘new’ barns — structures I hadn’t seen before.

And as the sky darkened with an oncoming storm, I saw in the distance a white church spire that I had to go find. So I did.

I wandered around the cemetery a bit, and shot some barns off in the distance. Then I high tailed it back to the freeway for the rest of my trip home.

I’m going to try very very hard next time I’m driving down to Alabama not to be seduced by this road and it’s barns again. I think three times is plenty.

Don’t you?