A couple of days ago I had to drive over to Harlan, Kentucky. Some of you probably remember a trip I took over that way a few months ago when I drove over Black Mountain. Harlan is pretty far from my office (about 80 miles) but I always enjoy the drive over that way because the mountains are ever changing and beautiful to me. Despite overcast skies and some rain, this was a lovely drive. It’s far enough south that the trees were just past peak in color, still offering some gorgeous views.

On my way down there, I spotted this cabin just off the highway. Doesn’t it just shout “Picturesque!” On the way back I pulled off the road and jumped out to capture an image of this charming scene.

Was it ever inhabited by those strong mountain types you hear about? No, I don’t think so. I think it’s probably a re-constructed cabin transported from somewhere for the owners of this property to enjoy.

For me, its origin and authenticity are irrelevant. It served its purpose on a moisture-laden fall day in southeast Kentucky by presenting an appealing sight for my pleasure.