Stoner Creek is a slow moving, navigable waterway that flows into the South Fork Licking River in Northern Kentucky. Love those names. I spent lots of time in the Lexington area growing up, but I had never been to this spot before. I was staying with my friends Chris and Natasha, and we originally were going to go camping, but frequent bouts of heavy rain throughout the weekend made that option less attractive, so instead they suggested that we head up to Stoner Creek, in Paris.
I had just come from Paris, Ontario, just a couple of weeks before, and so now it was off to Paris, Kentucky. Paris was a fine little town, and as we drove through, I was tempted to stop and take pictures, but I figured that could wait until after our outing on the water.
Chris has his own canoe, but he knew a place where we could park and rent canoes or kayaks. It was a small business that some people were running out of their backyard, as they happened to live right on the water. A great example of agorist thinking. We almost had a drama about which kid was going to sit in which canoe, but the owners, who were there hanging out in the yard as if this was just another Sunday afternoon, kindly threw in an extra kayak at no cost so Eva (our oldest) could have her own craft. It was so nice of them, and it really saved the day.
We paddled upstream a ways, having been told that there was a beach with shallower water about a mile upriver. The water was deep and slow, so the current was almost imperceptible. It was a beautiful place, like something out of paradise. Some other boaters were on the river, but they went ahead of us, and we saw not them or anyone else for most of the day.
As we made our way along, I spotted some splashes of color in a tree hanging out over the water. Mulberries! I maneuvered our canoe alongside and started gobbling them. They were ripe and juicy. The others came over as well and we all had a nice tasty feast, without even having to get out of our boats. This too, is agorism.
When we reached the beach, we parked the boats and hung out for a while. The water was quite cold, and Laura and Natasha didn’t even get in, I don’t think, but Chris and I went with the kids out into the deeper part to a huge fallen tree that was lodged in the mud in the middle of the river. We climbed on the log like it was our pirate ship, and we swam out a bit from there, but the water was too cold to want to just be in it for a long time.
We cruised back slowly, stopping often to just coast and talk. Gaia took a turn in the kayak, but couldn’t keep up after a while, so then Natasha took a turn. When we got back to the docks we did a little more swimming and ate some watermelon. We thanked our hosts and loaded the canoe back onto the car.
When Chris and Natasha said they needed to stop for gas, I took the opportunity to take a few quick pictures of downtown Paris. I much prefer to have a long walk through city centers, but even when I have only a minute or two, I try to get a few shots.
When we got back to the house we ate some dinner and then built a fire in the backyard. It was great spending some time with Chris and Natasha, who are good friends. They were such great hosts, and we look forward to seeing them again, most likely at their wedding, which is later this summer.
This was our last overnight in Kentucky. We were on our way to Texas, though we had a few stops planned along the way, and I decided to route us south first, through eastern Tennessee, even though this was not the most direct route. But I wanted to go by Cumberland Falls, and stopover in Knoxville, a city I hadn’t yet visited. So after saying our goodbyes, we loaded up into the Volvo and got back on the road.