Day 469: Stab Gab

It isn’t far from Berea to Stab, Kentucky, where Laetitia’s group was going later in the day, but Laetitia decided to detour first to Natural Bridge State Resort Park. As one might expect, the park’s centerpiece is its natural bridge. The arch is sandstone, 65 feet high with a span of 78 feet. After visiting the park, the group went to nearby Red River Gorge for a hike.

Stab, Kentucky, is a small cluster of houses along Stab Road. The origin of its name is obscure—possibly the surname of an early town resident. The surname occurs occasionally on genealogical reference sites. One with imagination might envision a descendant of one of the Roman senators who joined Brutus in dispatching Julius Caesar or a passenger on Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express, but there is no evidence of that. Stab’s only tourist attraction is Short Creek. It’s a karst fenster (fenster means window in German), a subterranean stream that emerges from a cave, briefly flows on the surface and then disappears underground again.

There were no accommodations in Stab, so Laetitia’s group went on to Somerset to spend the evening. At happy hour, Laetitia couldn’t think of anything that had happened during the day that inspired a limerick, so she made one up based on the town name and how it might make its residents seem intimidating to outsiders.

Young Saul, who’d a penchant to gab
About ladies who had too much flab
Always did hold his tongue
About girls old and young
Whom he met from the village of Stab.