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Social Change

The grounds at the Historic Daniel Boone Home

“It only takes one person to change your life– you.”

Ruth Casey

I like to go for drives. To explore new places. To revisit familiar places.

I woke up on Tuesday, and decided it was a good day to take a drive. I left the neighborhood and got on the expressway and then another one, and then merged onto Hwy 94 West, which I always think should be called South, but my directional logic defies understanding. Let’s just say I drive by intuition most days.

It’s an overcast day, drizzly. The radio is cranking out tunes from “the best of the 80s” and I’m enjoying the scenery, escaping from reality for a few hours. I stop at the red light, where the interstate intersects the highway, I’m in the right lane and need to merge over, so when the light turns, I accelerate and pass the other cars to gain my lane, crooning to some tune, and in my peripheral vision, I notice the turn to the conservation area. In that instant memories of years past parade through my mind, as I try to hold back tears and drive at the same time.

I recall the many biking adventures on the Katy trail, fishing with my friend at the conservation lakes, driving to the local wineries, and spring break adventures with our boys and their friends. Marveling at the redbuds blossoming, sweaty humid bike rides with a group of friends, dancing with wild abandon at the winery with friends on their birthdays. Driving the support van, so my sister and her kids could bike to Klondike Park for a camping adventure.

All these memories sweep over me like a flash flood. I let the tears wash my face, intrigued. How driving down a familiar road evokes a deep gratitude for all the memories. Memories made in a place I never imagined living, but which has firmly rooted itself in my soul.

I regain my composure, and notice a sign: Scenic View. When I’m with other travelers, the spontaneity of veering off the charted path happens rarely. I am solo today, so I pull off to check out the view. Before I hop out of my car, I notice a text from my niece. We have a nice chat, and I share the view with her via a photo, because I know she loves green things, and the green has arrived in all its late spring splendor. I try to descend the trail, but the path is slippery and I decide its not worth falling. I take in the view one last moment, and get back to driving.

I packed art supplies, snacks and some books to browse for when I arrive at Klondike Park. I’m almost to Defiance, when I see the sign for Daniel Boone Historic Home. Have I ever been? I’ve always wanted to go. Memory doesn’t serve me any tidbits of previous visits. Only five miles off the highway; I’ll go.

I arrive and the parking lot has four or five cars. It’s post “stay at home” order, but social distancing is still in place, and I’m a little worried about protocols. I tell myself I need to do this. I need to figure out how to live within the parameters. I walk towards the entrance with mask in hand. A gentleman welcomes me, and points out the restrooms. I am surprised that the restrooms are open, but grateful. My social self has been craving conversation, so I volunteer that it’s my first time here, and I’ll put on my mask if he wants me to, and he asks do I want to tour the house. I say, sure. He says a ticket is $8.00. I say, why not? I approach the gift shop, a sign says one person at a time. That’s good, I’m the only person there. They have a reasonable process in place to safely buy a ticket with no contact. I mess up, but the woman behind the counter gently redirects me. It’s hard to hear words through masks. I tell her I’ll come back after the tour and buy a soda. I also had my eye on a hand made walking stick. (For future hikes.)

My tour is at 10:00am, so I walk the grounds enjoying the buildings placed around the grounds. Buildings from the 1800s. I amble my way up the path to the Boone home to meet my tour guide. He tells me his name is Dennis. Sinned spelled backwards. His joke; I laugh, thankful for humor and social interaction. (I tried to tell him earlier that I was suffering from social atrophy, but mistakenly said social apathy. Both are true.) I stand listening, while he shares from behind a roped off area. I soak in the history of the house and the other buildings on the property.

Next I’m invited to climb the three stories to the upper level, and enter to look at the rooms. “Feel free to holler down any questions from the balcony.” And so I do at each level. He invites me to go talk with the “gunsmith” who is on the premises today. All three of the guides were very friendly, and willing to answer questions. As I walked down, the woman from the gift shop was out for a stroll. We talked about the garden, and other buildings and the various artisans who share their demonstrations there. She invited me to check out the volunteer site, if I ever wanted to come out and work in the garden. I love learning, and this little side trip filled me up. The gunsmith, shared the history and changes that came for gunsmiths when the parts of the gun could be mass produced. He too, asked if I had any questions. It was nice to be asked.

I finished my tour. Stopped by the gift shop for my soda and the walking stick. As we went through the social distance dance for payment, I shared how I wanted to hike and Angel, that was the woman’s name, told me about some of her favorite spots. I only spent about an hour on this side trip, but it felt timeless and peaceful and my social muscles got a nice stretch.

In the car, I sipped my soda. I thought about retracing my path back to the main highway, but instead my intuition nudged me to take the road less traveled, the long way round to Klondike Park. The winding roads and open spaces revived my cramped soul. I arrived at the park, and parked in the lot near where I had camped a couple years ago with my sister and her kids. I even walked down to see our campsite. Fond memories.

I drove around the park stopping and getting out to stretch my legs and enjoy the various ponds, bluffs and facilities for a restroom break. The simple things like an open restroom changed my perspective. I could do this social distancing thing. I daydreamt about camping at Klondike Park again one day. I even checked if they had openings this week, but amazingly they are booked.

I came home ready to face whatever the future holds. Willing to stay at home, as indicated. Willing to wear a mask, as indicated. Willing to converse with strangers, who might also be angels.

Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.

Hebrews 13:2 KJV

14 responses to “Social Change”

  1. lynndmorrissey Avatar

    LOVED this Kel and would wax on, but hurts to type. Know that my little heart ambled w/ you. Glad you were able to move out and about on a safe adventure. Beats going to the dentist as I did! 🙂 And love the new blog look. Do you have access to all your old posts, besides the series? always love to read your writing.
    Be safe. Be adventurous. Not an oxymoron. 🙂

    1. Hi Lynni,
      Love that “Be safe. Be adventurous. Not an oxymoron.” Going to keep that principle in mind!

    2. Thanks Lynni for ambling along with me. Yes, you can find my old posts by searching under the tab at the bottom called Vintage Posts. xo Kel

  2. J Gillian McCullough Avatar
    J Gillian McCullough


    1. You’re welcome! I’ve missed writing, still a slow start…but I’ll be back more often. I’m thinking of sharing some fiction here soon , too.

  3. Nava Jo Doolittle Avatar
    Nava Jo Doolittle

    Happy to have you back, I enjoy your writing.

    1. Thanks! I hope to be posting more often…need to get back into a routine 🙂

  4. I am so happy to see you here. When I first saw this post in my email, I had just been checking for something else as I passed my computer. I got totally engrossed and kept reading on and on, though I had someone waiting for me! I just loved traveling with you again, this time I think more than ever–getting out and away (safely) from the Covid imprisonment, enjoying new views and experiences. It was wonderfully refreshing! Hope you blog more again. Love reading your posts

    1. Oops! I spelled my own name wrong! And don’t seem able to edit it.
      Oh, well, I guess you know who it is.
      God’s best blessings!
      Sylvia R

    2. Hi Sylvia- Always so good to connect. I love that you got caught up in the story. I’m slow to getting back to regular posts but that is my intention. 🙂

  5. cecelialester Avatar

    Kel: It’s always nice to get out and enjoy God’s wonderful nature. We haven’t done that for a while. We plan on going down to where our son lives for Father’s Day. I hope those plans don’t have to change. Been nursing a broken bone in my foot and a severely sprained ankle since early March.

    1. Cecelia- It’s so great to reconnect. I hope you’re healing up and get to go see your son this weekend. ❤

  6. Just now reading this, delightful. We almost purchased property very near Daniel Boone home to build a home. It was a fantastic hillside lot overlooking the valley. Sadly it was not meant to be for us. We’ve watched the slow progress of the new owner attempting to cut through the rock hard hillside to set a foundation. I love the winding roads around Augusta, Defiance etc.

    1. I love that area too! Sorry it didn’t work out but your new place is awesome!!!

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Hi! My name is Kel Rohlf. I am an intuitive mixed-media artist, creative writer and performer. Life is a performance. I often attend.


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