The Hair On My Toes

December 20th, 2010

I am feeling so good today. So warm and fuzzy. I feel like I am snuggled up in a warm blanket with a nice cup of hot cocoa instead of spending my day at work. I have escaped from these mental doldrums all thanks to the hair on my toes. Sadly, it must be removed for the hair on my feet is not my own. It was stolen from the backs of babies. Kids to be precise.

When we were working at Caverns of Sonora this summer, a woman from Canada came in to talk to one of the owners. She was very sweet and personable. She Glorious cloud socksraved about her tour through the cave and her trip down to Texas. And then something unexpected happened. She gave everyone socks. Glorious socks made from her kids! As some of you may know I knit socks from time to time, but I have never made anything as soft and cozy as these little clouds that are gracing my feet right now. Clouds. Yes, that is accurate. I feel like someone wrapped clouds around my feet just as I was putting my work boots on this morning.

I feel kinda silly writing about socks (ones that I didn’t make, anyway), but honest to goodness that’s how good they are. I feel whimsical. So very uncharacteristic of me. It’s all because of the hair on my feet.

Thermohair is a brand of sock that is made from the wool of baby mohair goats. (cue adorable goat photos…)
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The following description was taken from their website:
Thermohair Inc. is a fully Canadian company that originally developed, manufactures, and markets THERMOHAIR socks across North America. The first socks were sold in NovemberThermohair Logo 1992 and the business has expanded since then mostly through word of mouth of satisfied customers. THERMOHAIR socks have now been worn to both poles, across the Himalayas, to the top of Mt Everest, Mt McKinley, Mt Logan, and in 2000 Kilimanjaro. Lonnie Dupre of Grand Marais, Minnesota wore them to circumnavigate Greenland, a trek that lasted from January to June 2000. THERMOHAIR is now worn by active outdoor types as well as people with Raynaud’s disease, heart disease and diabetes. Their comfort and durability is unsurpassed. There’s no other sock like them!

While I cannot attest to their effectiveness in the Antarctic, they sure have been a luxury while enduring continuous subfreezing temperatures here in Kentucky. Also, I have never seen or talked to the woman who gave me the socks, again. I have absolutely no affiliation with the company (but will accept socks for the post if you run across it someday and are so inclined! ;)) There are no affiliate links on the page. I just love this hair on my feet and wanted to share. Johnny loves his, too.

Rolling On

November 22nd, 2010

We’re still alive and in Kentucky. I am working and feel completely wiped at the end of the day. I will try to post an update soon.

Johnny and Rain @ GSP

Work Camping Opportunity

January 10th, 2009

If you are planning to be in Kentucky this March, you can take part in this opportunity. On the weekend of the 21st and 22nd, Carter Caves State Park will be preforming its 3rd annual Cave Restoration Weekend.

For your participation, you will receive free camping during the event, an official T-shirt, a guided cave tour, new friends, and a fuzzy warm feeling that comes from making a difference.

Work will include the following:

  • Formation Repair and Cleaning

  • Visual Work to Camouflage Man-Made Features

  • Vandalism / Graffiti Work

  • Clean-Up of Trails and Commercial Areas

  • and Much Much More!

More information can be found on the website. Please ignore the 2008 date. It is a typo.

You can also contact them @ 606-286-4411.

The event will be held at:

Carter Caves State Park
344 Caveland Drive
Olive Hill, Kentucky 41164

Johnny and I had a great time in this park. It is where we worked on the bat gate. There is a ton of wildlife in the area. We saw deer every day for most of the day. We also saw a fox and a number of skunks. Its a very nice park with a lot of caves in it.

Back at GSP

November 5th, 2008

Yah, I know we’ve been slacking on the blog updates lately, but as soon as we were done with the carnie gigs, we hit the boonies again without pausing to look for cellular service. I don’t think we’ll be doing any concession work anytime soon; so whatever jobs come next should be fairly new to us.

We left South Carolina in a hurry and made a beeline for the Great Saltpetre Cave Preserve in Mt. Vernon Kentucky again. We were hoping to get some caving in and see some friends once more before it gets too cold to be in Kentucky and we head out west for the winter.

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Building a bat gate

September 24th, 2008

Well, we’ve got more than a bar of Internet tonight, so I figure it’s time we got caught up on some blogging.

Horn Hollow Cave

After we spent a couple of weekends at the Great Saltpetre Preserve caving with some great people from the area, we headed towards Boone, NC to start our next stint as carnies. However, we got sidetracked leaving Kentucky as Jenn noticed Carter Caves State Park was just a few miles out of the way. As this is where Crawl-a-thon is held in January, we decided it would be worth a quick stop over and looksee.

We got up bright and early and explored Laurel and Horn Hollow caves. Both are rather short trips, that have been ‘prepared’ for tourists, but they are still unlit, self-led trips. Horn Hollow has a beautiful entrance, but is otherwise not much to look at from inside. Laurel was quite a pretty little cave and we were able to get off-trail and explore the upper passage as well as climb a small waterfall that most non-cavers would have never seen.

Roy and Jerry. The gate is now complete.

Once we got to the camper, covered in cave mud, and I got stripped down to my high performance underwear, a couple of guys walked up, and rather than running away, they wanted to chat, which marked them as cavers and not afraid of dirty, half-dressed hippies in a parking lot. This was our introduction to Roy and Jerry. They were in the area building a bat gate, which is designed to let bats in, but keep people out during bat hibernation season. Since we were the only muddy folks around with a bat sticker on our vehicle, they assumed we’d be good suckers, err… candidates, to volunteer to help out.

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