ARTICLE & PHOTOS BY JOHN MOODY
When my family first moved to our homestead, I set about learning about our land and meeting local suppliers of things I knew we would need — other farmers and growers for wisdom, people who raised hogs and other animals for sale, and places to purchase lumber and other building materials. So, one day I found myself snaking down the highway to visit Lambright’s Sawmill in north-central Kentucky, only to be turned back by a failed bridge; I didn’t know the area well enough yet to figure out another way to cross the deep ravine that marks a creek that cuts across part of our county. Months passed until I tried again, this time circling all the way around to finally make it to this tucked away treasure.