“In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky; That’s the place where I traced my bloodline; And it’s there I read on a hillside gravestone; You’ll never leave Harlan alive…” starts the song “You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive”, depicting Harlan County in the Appalachian mountains of Eastern Kentucky, one of the poorest counties in the nation. Last month, my church took a mission trip down to Harlan.
On the way there, we stopped at Natural Bridge State Park, smack dab in the middle of eastern Kentucky. The park gets its name thanks to a long stretch of rock that connects two sets of hills, like a bridge. A natural bridge. Before hand, one of our leaders had told us that if this park were in Minnesota, the bridge would be roped off on all sides, that is, if they even let people on the bridge at all. Continue reading →