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Natural Bridge State Park |
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Established in 1926
The sandstone arch that is called natural bridge has stood for
millenniums. The arch is 78 feet in length, 65 feet high, 12 feet
thick, and 20 feet wide. Some geologists believe that the stunning
natural sandstone arch is at least a million years old. The Red
River carved this magnificent work of nature over a period of 65
million years. There are other natural archways in the area, but
none have gained the prominence of Natural Bridge. Since 1889,
visitors have made the trip to the eastern Kentucky mountains to see
this amazing natural wonder.
Natural Bridge is composed of what is known in geological terms as
Pottsville conglomeratic sandstone. Large blocks of stone falling
off either side of a narrow sandstone ridge caused the first opening
that began the transformation of the sandstone outcropping into an
archway. The weathering process, along with the root systems of
plants, continued to develop the unique archway that makes up
Natural Bridge.
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Natural Bridge State Park
Kentucky
September 7 2007
We took the "sky lift" to the top. |
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Kentucky Facts |
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State Flower: Goldenrod
State Animal: Grey Squirrel
State Tree: Tulip Tree
State Bird: Cardinal
State Song: My Old Kentucky Home
State Insect: Viceroy Butterfly
State Fossil: Brachiopod
Nickname: Bluegrass State
State Gemstone: Fresh water pearl
Origin of name: Iroquois Indian word "Ken-tah-ten," which means
"land of tomorrow."
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My Old
Kentucky Home |
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The sun shines bright on my
old Kentucky home
Tis summer, the darkies are gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in bloom
While the birds make music all the day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright
By 'n by hard times come a-knocking at the door
Then my old Kentucky home good night
Weep no more, my lady
Oh, weep no more, today
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away.
They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon,
On meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by that old cabin door.
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight.
The time has come when the darkies have to part,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night.
The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the poor folks may go
A few more days and the trouble will end,
In the field where sugar-canes may grow.
A few more days for to tote the weary load,
No matter, 'twill never be light
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night.
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