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Winter Blues

by Richie

 

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I’m sitting on my back deck peeling a rutabaga.

The sun is thin and anorexic, the air nippy and nagging, and a smeary line of chemtrails are slowly churning in my direction.

It’s winter.

I can’t stand it.

I’m ready to head to warmer climes, dreaming of hot sweaty sun and bleached beaches and itching to get on the road to Anywhere But Here.

But alas the RV will stay parked, tucked under its carport alongside the garage for a little while longer.

In the meantime I’m perusing the State Park reservation system for random camping dates in summer – my perennial pastime in the throes of January. And the RV & Boat show is coming up next week to further feed my jones for the open road in a conveniently packaged condo with wheels.

 Spring has to be around the corner? Please.

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In A Southerly Direction

by Richie

Corbin, Kentucky
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We are on the road again heading South this weekend. Got an early start today and made it as far as Corbin, KY. Which is to say not very far at all. 

A two-hour traffic jam put us 100 miles off our schedule. It was getting dark, we were hungry for supper, and a big storm is chasing our tail. Good time to stop.

According to our Campground App, the Corbin KOA looked promising and an easy 2 miles off the highway. We find the KOA properties to be consistently good, with full hook-ups, level pull-thru sites, and cable TV as a bonus. Nothing like tucking in with 85 channels to surf.

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The night is warm so we dined outside on the picnic table. Turkey and stuffing supper was enjoyed by lantern light, or as I called it, The Tom Before the Storm.

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We’ll be on the road early tomorrow, making up for lost time. And that nasty cold front should blow by us overnight.

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Rocking Cave Country

by Richie

Mammoth Cave National Park
Cave City, Kentucky

We like touristy fun. Can’t help it, it’s a cheap thrill. Old-timey tourist attractions are the best. The splendor of Nature is preferred. Local oddities down a country road where we can easily ride the motorcycle. And all at our own pace, unhurried and rambling about on a whim. Pretty much the opposite of Disney World and ocean cruise vacations.

Here in Cave City, on the fringes of Mammoth Cave, we found just the right mix of ticky-tacky tourist stops and outstanding natural caverns. The local attractions were probably in their prime back in the 60’s and now sport a well-worn patina from decades of entertaining tourists. However, the multiple cave attractions in the area have steadily improved their presentation over time, some hosting visitors since the 1890’s. 

We’ve spent the long holiday weekend exploring, and here are the highlights of our adventures: 

Mammoth Cave

This large national park is accustomed to crowds. There’s ample parking with attendants directing traffic, a hotel and restaurant on site, and a hefty visitor center bustling with helpful rangers. We arrived for a cave tour early in the morning and the place was already packed. Multiple tours with various levels of exertion are offered, and the rangers are careful to explain how many stairs must be surmounted and whether your hip replacement can handle the workout. We opted for a self-guided tour through the main chamber rooms, skipping the long wait and lingering as much as we liked. It was a good choice, as we had the place nearly to ourselves and we dawdled in the cool cavern air a good long time.

The main chamber rooms are gigantic, immense, and dizzily tall. This is the prime feature of the front section of Mammoth Cave – enormous limestone rooms which are void of any formations, like stalactites. The space is so large that pictures are useless. It’s a place that is better felt than photographed.

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Rock Shops

Since Mammoth Cave is the main attraction in these parts, everything around here is devoted to Rocks. There are rock shops on every corner, in every barn, and all the restaurant lobbies. What kind of rocks, you ask? Anything that’ll make a buck – from pricey fossils and geodes to colored glass trinkets and marbles.

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Onyx Cave

Over in Cave City we found the smaller and more intimate Onyx Cave. Privately owned and wet with natural springs, it hosts some unusual curtain formations and rust-colored stalactites. Our tour guide, Missy, was a geologist and she gave a lively account of Kentucky’s 4000+ caves. It’s her personal goal to visit them all.

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The Olde General Store

Owner Leroy Alvey has spent a lifetime amassing a collection of old-time implements and items. If it’s rusty or dusty, it’s here at the General Store. His motto: This is no museum. This junk is for sale! Guarantee you’ll find at least one item you recognize – hey, I have that!

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Guntown Mountain

Back when Tim was a kid, Guntown Mountain was the place to go. It was a wild west tourist town located on a hilltop, replete with dance hall girls and gun-toting sheriffs. The saloon served sarsaparilla sodas and a shoot-out in the street was performed several times a day. You arrived via a chair lift to the top of the mountain, or for the more faint of heart a shuttle bus clambered slowly up the back.

Of course we had to visit so Tim could relive his best childhood memories. The parking lot seemed a bit empty for a holiday weekend, and when I bought the entrance tickets the gal told me, “It’s just a ride up and a look around.” She even repeated it, but I didn’t understand until we exited the chair lift at the top.

The place was deserted. No dance hall girls. No sarsaparilla. Just a bunch of derelict buildings with mouse droppings in the corners. Turns out the park was recently sold and the new owners opened the chair lift just for this weekend. We strolled around anyway, with Tim recounting stories of how lively and fun the place used to be. Nowadays it’s “just a ride up and a look around.”

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Diamond Caverns

We ended our weekend at the splendid Diamond Caverns, a privately owned attraction within the national park boundaries. This was the best cave yet, with excellent formations and pools, well placed lighting, and surprising turns and twists that made the walk even more interesting. This long-running cave tour (over 150 years!) is certainly the gem of the area, and highly recommended.

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Jellystone

by Richie

Jellystone Resort
Cave City, Kentucky

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It’s Memorial Day weekend and we’ve traveled a couple of notches south to relax near Mammoth Cave National Park. The national park offers only primitive campsites, which means no electricity (horrors!) so we are staying a few miles down the road at an RV resort. In this part of the country, the term “RV Resort” is loosely applied and commonly means a giant family playground with lots of places to plug in a trailer. We’ve encountered this type of campground before, so a full description of this unique kind of property is hitherto presented.

When camping at a huge family campground without the requisite family in tow, it helps to lower expectations and keep a good sense of humor at the ready. With a name like Jellystone Campground, you pretty much know what’s going to be in store for the weekend. Right, Boo Boo?

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We arrived early Friday afternoon and there were already several campers lined up at the entrance. Standing under a blue and white umbrella, smiling and freckled attendants helped us check in. They passed us a map of the property (130 campsites plus 70 cabins), a list of rules and regulations (pets on leash, proper swimwear), a program of holiday events (all you can eat waffle breakfast at the ranger station) and two bright orange wristbands to be worn at all times (which were promptly tossed into the bottom of my purse).

The entrance road winds up a small hill toward a wooded area. At the top is a large camp store and concession and several activity pavilions. We passed by three pools, a water slide, miniature golf course, driving range, horseshoe pits, and the Jumping Pillow which is a brightly colored inflated mattress the size of a small lagoon. I can happily attest that it offers a dizzying bounce which must performed barefoot.

The campground sprawls downward from the hill in a befuddling jumble of winding roads, cul-de-sacs and circles. Some streets are paved, some are gravel, and cabins and campsites are mingled together in fuzzily outlined sections. Betwixt and between are shady green areas that sport candy-colored playgrounds and bathhouses. Added to this helter-skelter layout are 200 camping families and all the accessories and accoutrements they can possibly carry with them.

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There’s cars and trucks, motorcycles and bicycles, volleyball nets, corn hole frames, barbeques, pool floats, lawn chairs and hammocks, awnings and canopies, toys and tools, fire pits and wood, picnic tables and coolers, and lines of wet bathing suits and towels strung between anything vertical. Trailers and motorhomes are parked at odd angles, tents are pitched at random, cabin renters loll on the porches, and dogs of all sizes are leashed to any fixed object. And everywhere are electric golf carts, which can be rented at the ranger station.

For these few days, Jellystone Campground becomes a city of weekend refugees. A conclave of purposefully transient people, peacefully going about the business of summer recreation. And amidst this jumble of trailers and tents a friendly community forms. People wave as they pass by, share a marshmallow over a fire, or help to fix a fussy leveler jack, Kids roam freely and unsupervised – come back when you’re hungry – exploring and playing in groups with cousins or friends. And at night everyone quiets down and tucks in early after a busy fun-filled day.

It’s really remarkable. And yet in a way, this is how it’s is supposed to be. Safe, secure, and peaceful in the company of strangers. The park is well patrolled, the gates are locked after dark, and only campers have the right to be here. This is typical of the family-fun camping resorts to be found in the Midwest. And since we’re here, we’ll enjoy it.

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Solo Flight

by Richie

Camped at:
Decatur, Alabama
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This morning my horoscope read –
You’re ready for a fearless and freewheeling adventure.”

So I threw the dog in the motorhome, kissed the hubby goodbye, and pointed the nose cone south. 

I felt that little tingle of excitement that always rises at the start of a new journey. The sun was shining, skies pale blue, and a wispy half-moon hung low in the morning. It was promising to be a beautiful day, and I knew I’d find myself bored and stiff from the drive later in the afternoon, so I relished the moment. 

Tim has been called up for jury duty, so rather than go adventuring with me, he’ll be performing his civic duty in the stuffy Hall of Justice and get paid a whopping $12.50 a day for his trouble. I believe that will cover about an hour of downtown parking and two miles worth of gas.

As I left town the winter grass was the color of shredded wheat at the bottom of a breakfast bowl, and just as soggy after months of snow and ice. A couple hours later, traveling a chippy 61 miles per hour – hey, I’m driving a house here, it’s built for comfort not for speed! – I passed a series of little towns and attractions who make their living off tourism crumbs that fall from Mammoth Cave National Park.  

Signs announced exits for Horse Cave, Cave City, Lost River Cave, and Kentucky Down Under – which astonishingly isn’t a cavern tour at all, but a zoo filled with animals from Australia. Go figure.

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 Further down the road is Bowling Green where the Corvette plant churns out swanky sports cars. This is also the home of The Corvette Museum, recently in the news because a giant sinkhole opened up under the showroom and swallowed about a dozen prized and irreplaceable Corvettes. Pictures from the site looked like a gargantuan toddler had thrown all his toy cars in a giant toilet, added some rocks and gravel from the backyard and held down the flush handle. Cars lay jumbled and crunched in a hole of such immense size that the bottom couldn’t be found. I’m sure many a serious car collector shed a tear and then scrabbled to his own garage to check the floor for cracks. 

So naturally I had to stop by and see the mess. Sure enough, there were stern looking contractors in hard hats shuffling around the rim of the hole, just barely visible from outside the iconic bright yellow dome where I stood with a couple of other gawkers. 

The directors of the Corvette Museum have vowed stoically to carry on, and will rebuild the showroom – get this – in the exact same location! I can only imagine how this decision was made… 

            Say, Earl, what do you think we should do now? 

            Geez, Bob, why don’t we toss in a couple metric tons of concrete and lay some rebar on top. That should do it, don’t ya think? 

            Great idea, Earl! Cos’ there’s nothing wrong with the big yellow dome.

I guarantee if you talked to any farmer in these parts he’d tell you sinkholes don’t scab over and heal themselves. They only go two directions – wider and deeper. And usually a hundred feet away a couple of new holes open up and start gobbling up the landscape like country cousins.

While I was standing in front of the Visitor Center pondering all this, a woman came up and requested a picture of the dog. Our Siberian Husky attracts a lot of attention, so this was nothing new. But Shadow, in an uncanny sense of timing, began twirling around on the end of the leash preparing to make a large deposit on the pristine sidewalk. I scuttled him over to some rose bushes just in the nick of time and heard the faint click of a camera behind me. I’m sure she’ll be very proud of that picture when she gets home.

The dog and I beat a hasty retreat, not just because we had despoiled the landscaping, but also it crossed my mind that another sinkhole could easily peril the parking lot and the motorhome might be swallowed whole.

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We cruised uneventfully through Nashville and then the remainder of Tennessee, stopping for an occasional stretch of the legs and to photograph the colorful redneck population. It wasn’t until we reached Alabama that I finally spotted the first true green grass, a good sign that warmer climes are ahead.

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Tonight we are resting in Point Mallard, a swell and pleasingly priced campground near Decatur. Supper has been enjoyed and the Olympics are playing on a crystal local channel. Time to tuck in.

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Auld Lang Syne

by Richie

Kentucky Horse Park
Lexington, KY
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We broke with tradition and headed out in the motorhome on New Year’s Eve to find frosty adventure. What better way to go Out With The Old and In With The New!

 Arrived at Kentucky Horse Park in time for a brisk afternoon walk, and had the pick of the campground for parking. There’s snow in the forecast which has kept the faint of heart at home, but we are well prepared with extra blankets and plenty of provisions. 

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Pope Lick Lunch

by Richie

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Pope Lick. Funny name. Great park.

About this time of year we start missing our little coach. The RV has been winterized, which means it’s sitting lonesome in the bay at the storage place with non-toxic antifreeze in the water lines and the curtains pulled down. 

We usually start her up every few weeks and drive around a little to round out the tires and charge the house batteries.

Today we packed a picnic lunch, grabbed the dog, and headed to one of Louisville’s fine new parks – Pope Lick.

We turned on the furnace and dined on ham sandwiches and olives in the coach. Then out we went for a good long winter stroll along a lively branch of Floyd’s Fork Creek.

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These new city parks, part of a 100 mile Loop Walk, are in various stages of completion. When it’s all finished, you’ll be able to bike, skate, or walk the splendid new paths across the entire county, skipping from one park to another.

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They’ve put a lot of thought and money into this ambitious project, and over on our side of the county two enormous parks are now linked together. Formerly farmland, the city has shown tremendous foresight in preserving the land around a navigable creek with acres of playing fields, prairie grass, sycamores and tulip poplars, and miles of walking paths and trails.

Great way to walk off all the holiday calories!

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Lunch Spot

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