Ah Ha! It just occurred to me that if you do not live in Berea, and if you haven't a clue about the Log House, you can use your "Maps" app (that is what mine is called, "Maps") to start from 3 Fairway Drive in Berea Ky to end at the Log House on Estill. When I did that the map big-blue-lined the route exactly as Simon and I walk it. The interesting thing for me was that the motel, where we went "off sidewalk," so to speak, is still visible. "Maps" hasn't caught up with the changes. One year, when they remodeled Draper, the building where I had my office and all my classes for 40 plus years, our classrooms and offices were moved to that ex-motel. When I came to Berea in 1967 to scout out housing or something, after I had been hired, I stayed in a room in that motel. A different room became my office for one year (2000 or thereabouts), which meant I had a sink and toilet in my office. Ah, the glory days! Such luxury!
You can trace our usual route across the street from the Log House, through the parking lot, follow it to Boone Tavern Hotel where they now serve alcohol in this almost dry city ("The horror, the horror!") and even see the tiny formal flower beds where Simon likes to sniff and explore or explore and sniff along side the hotel. Well, it's nice to see we are dealing with map places, though I seem to remember that Ishmael in Moby Dick says that real places are not found on maps. I'll have to look that up.
Found it; what Ishmael really said: "It is not down on any map; true places never are." That is the third quote on "Goodreads" list of quotes from Moby Dick, number 3 of 493.
The Map app also does not show the Stevenson Memorial Trail, where we all walk our dogs now. You can find the Berea Municipal parking lot and across from that, a gravel road that leads back to a lot where utility trucks are parked and electrical, creosote-soaked posts are stored, but the paved trail does not exist yet, though the gravel road will become the first part of that blacktopped trail. The trail not on the map now curves around the backside of the golf course, crosses Brushy Fork/Silver Creek, then goes south (I think) along the creek till it swings east straight out to Short Line Pike, making the trail about a mile from beginning to end. Ishmael was right. True places are not down on maps. Check with Simon.
As for Ishmael, how can you not want to know him when his attitude is this: "I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing." (Quote #1 of 493!). An admirable attitude, I think! I taught American literature for a long time when I came to Berea (1967), and I almost always assigned all of Moby Dick; it is another text I am proud to say I worked hard to own (metaphor!).