Days 5-6 of the RV jouney of 2021. Ah, Kentucky, the land of bourbon, blue grass, hills, horses, and fried chicken, and despite the brevity of two days we tried to see them all,
We awoke just a mile from Kentucky as the crow flies, but it took an hour to get there and some tense nerves to do it. After Clifty Falls we planned on driving straight out, take a right, go a mile and get on a bridge to the Blue Grass state. It seemed so simple, but alas ....NO! Main street in Madison IN was closed for two blocks, the entire town was about as RV friendly as a village in Malta or downtown Paris, so we drove in our car to scout a better route leaving the RV behind. I talked to the ranger woman back at the campground, stating I was afraid to drive back out the way we came in because if we met someone as big as us, there was no way we'd both fit. She did NOT seem concerned, mostly I think because it would not be her problem to get us unblocked from the road. So, I just said, screw it, and off we went, on a detour through the park on 15 foot wide roads with over hanging trees, sharp curves, steep grades and well, drop-offs. Somehow, we did not meet anyone. Then we drove four miles east, then four miles south to get exactly 2 blocks from where we had just been, just as they were removing the detour signs. Sigh, isn't that the way things go. It was noon.
We crossed the big river but the road Google wanted to go on was NOT a truck route so we took a road along the river with all the other trucks, but there was no shoulder, the bluffs and trees were straight up on my side and so I drove 30 mph for 10 miles backing up everyone, but alas, their lateness was not my problem. It was Kentucky's. I laughed that I was a Kentucky Chicken. Well, somehow, I got us to the freeway, and then twenty miles later just as the road was slowing down to a crawl, Silja announced "oops!" The road we wanted was 35 not 127, so I got off on 127 and although it looked like I could go to 35, I looked closer at the map, and saw 127 buried in the fold of the map and decided caution was warranted and we drive back for 7 miles to 35 ands then headed south. 10 more miles later, I came upon 127 (my road became 127, and where it met, it looked like it was just a driveway when it met up and there was a big yellow sign saying no trucks allowed, steep grades and sharp curves, somehow, they needed to put that on the other end.
We bumped and grinded into Frankfort, got turned around, got on the freeway and ended up taking the long way around Lexington before heading off to Paris. Nit that Paris, but Paris in Bourbon County, Kentucky. This was our destination for the night, we'd gone 45 miles as the crow flew and it took us four hours.
We had joined "Harvest Host" as a new idea to stay at odd little places, in Paris, we were to stay at a farm. I talked to owner (male) a couple weeks back...no problem he said, figured we'd stay for a day and buy some store products...it was not to be, as when we turned into the place the bridge was blocked with a cement truck. Fresh cement blocked our path.
happily married, and not needing the effects of the stone, we came back and looked for more butterflies