Post by BuckSkin on May 3, 2023 2:50:07 GMT
US Hwy 127 North - Russell County - Kentucky
Wednesday_03-November-2021
Photo Taken through the glass of a Moving Vehicle
Traveling Southbound
Climbing Resurrection City Hill on US Hwy 127
The original Resurrection City Hill was much steeper and actually had big rock ledges they had attempted to blacktop over; uphill or down, you had better put her in Bulldog.
When they built this new road in 1993, it ended up with deep ravines with creeks on both sides of the road.
Myself and Lewis Jessee took the dangerous job of hauling shot-rock from the quarry and filling the ravines; hauling shot-rock paid tonnage and a half; in other words, when everyone else was making two hunnert dollars, we were making three.
They would back us right up to the edge of the ravine.
Many of the boulders were almost too large to pass under the tailgate; and, every load, enough big rocks would lodge against the tailgate and cause the truck to rear up and here I would be, thirty feet off the ground, looking at the sky through the windshield.
They kept two trackhoes sitting there; one would reach up and catch the head-board to prevent the truck flipping plumb over while the other would resituate the rocks so that they would pour on out.
The trackhoe holding the truck would pull it toward the ground so that it didn't come slamming down once the rock started falling out.
Way back in old timey days, my uncle and four other guys went all over the country spreading the gospel and singing gospel music.
They outgrew the old van they were driving and got themselves an old school bus, and painted it baby blue and white, lettering the sides "ROCK of AGES QUARTET"; they were ready for the big time now.
One thing led to another and they all finally back-slid and give up on singing gospel music and let the old bus go.
For years, someone was living in the old Rock of Ages Quartet tour bus, right on the left-hand side of the road ahead.
They leveled it up with stacks of rocks, poked a stove-pipe out one of the windows, and set up housekeeping, barely inches away from big trucks that go CcchhhSHHhhhh barreling over that dangerous hill.
I would sure like to have a picture of it, with smoke coming out the chimney and the kudzu vines climbing all over it --- Rock of Ages Quartet.....
Wednesday_03-November-2021
Photo Taken through the glass of a Moving Vehicle
Traveling Southbound
Climbing Resurrection City Hill on US Hwy 127
The original Resurrection City Hill was much steeper and actually had big rock ledges they had attempted to blacktop over; uphill or down, you had better put her in Bulldog.
When they built this new road in 1993, it ended up with deep ravines with creeks on both sides of the road.
Myself and Lewis Jessee took the dangerous job of hauling shot-rock from the quarry and filling the ravines; hauling shot-rock paid tonnage and a half; in other words, when everyone else was making two hunnert dollars, we were making three.
They would back us right up to the edge of the ravine.
Many of the boulders were almost too large to pass under the tailgate; and, every load, enough big rocks would lodge against the tailgate and cause the truck to rear up and here I would be, thirty feet off the ground, looking at the sky through the windshield.
They kept two trackhoes sitting there; one would reach up and catch the head-board to prevent the truck flipping plumb over while the other would resituate the rocks so that they would pour on out.
The trackhoe holding the truck would pull it toward the ground so that it didn't come slamming down once the rock started falling out.
Way back in old timey days, my uncle and four other guys went all over the country spreading the gospel and singing gospel music.
They outgrew the old van they were driving and got themselves an old school bus, and painted it baby blue and white, lettering the sides "ROCK of AGES QUARTET"; they were ready for the big time now.
One thing led to another and they all finally back-slid and give up on singing gospel music and let the old bus go.
For years, someone was living in the old Rock of Ages Quartet tour bus, right on the left-hand side of the road ahead.
They leveled it up with stacks of rocks, poked a stove-pipe out one of the windows, and set up housekeeping, barely inches away from big trucks that go CcchhhSHHhhhh barreling over that dangerous hill.
I would sure like to have a picture of it, with smoke coming out the chimney and the kudzu vines climbing all over it --- Rock of Ages Quartet.....
