Thursday, May 24, 2018

May 22-24, 2018 Bowling Green, Kentucky



We went to the Lost River Cave and took a boat tour on an underground river. The river runs into this cave. A view out of the cave mouth from the boat. 

A zip liner at Lost River Cave park, The Blue Hole. It is usually blue, but the rain has stirred up the bottom and made it muddy. Tipping your guide is ok, tipping the boat is not. At the mouth we had to duck down, the cave ceiling was only about 1.5 feet above the boat. Some flow stone. A view of the underground river. The boat ride was much shorter than we envisioned, but was unique. 

In the 1930's there was a bar in the cave. Before that there had been a series of mills using a water wheel to power their plants.  John and I dancing in the underground bar. 


Our next stop was the National Corvette museum. There is an assembly plant in Bowling Green that usually does tours but it is closed till 2019 while they retool the line. The yellow structure is the Sky Dome  exhibit area. John parked in the corvette only parking. The mens and womens bathrooms in the museum. 

They had cars from every year they were built. Crash test dummies, Living the dream and a corvette hauling a wheelbarrow.  John and I racing corvettes. 

In 2014 a sinkhole under the skydome opened up and 5 corvettes fell in. They fixed it but you can look down this manhole cover and see the cave below. The yellow line is the edge of the cave below and the red line is where the sink hole was. John is standing over both. The wrecked cars are behind him.

 After this  grueling day we went to the White Squirrel brewery. It is named after the backup mascot of the Western Kentucky University in Bowling Green. The first mascot is a red blob. Kind of a lazy day today. I read my book and worked on my basket.

Sunset tonight. We boated the Green River in Mammoth National park today. John on the river. 

John coming out of a small cave beside the river. Looking Out of the cave to the river. 

Green River in Mammoth National Park. Ferns, box turtle and some people cruising by us with their dog in front.

John in front of limestone bluffs, cool tree trunks and turtles on logs.
Two more trees and the Green River. We paddled between the red dots. 





Monday, May 21, 2018

May 20-21, 2018 Park City, Kentucky

We are camped at Thousand Trails Diamond Caverns RV park right outside of Mammoth Cave National Park.

 I am not usually up for sunrise but the last two days we have not had enough power to run the AC units. It is around 90 and humid during the day, gets down to high 60's at 5 am, still with humidity, so I have not been sleeping. But I did see this cool sunrise. Ricky and Kristie cooked up a huge lunch for us before we left today. Great hosts. Was yummy. John, Kristie, Ricky and Teri. 


We passed through Bowling Green, Kentucky on the way here. It is home to Western Kentucky University. We will go back and tour the corvette plant and see the underground river. In Russellville we passed through Governor's Corner. There is a governor's mansion on each corner of this intersection. The bus parked at Diamond Caverns. As soon as we got there and hooked up a thunderstorm started. We have 50 amp power and can run both AC units. It is blessedly cool in here now. 


I started another masterpiece. The center is a piece of glass I made. It has blue crackle glass beads so far. Looking good.  Today we went to Mammoth Cave National Park and took one of the tours of the cave. It is the longest cave in the world, 412 miles long. Not the biggest, but the longest. Our tour had 95 people on it. We started by walking down about 300 narrow, steep stairs in a very narrow passage. 

We walked 420 stairs and 3/4 of a mile. Most of was through the dry cave, meaning it had no water or formations. Near the end was Frozen Niagra, a whole bunch of formations packed into a small area. Looking up at the ceiling, a spring dropping through the cave, cave crickets near the mouth of the cave. This cute little beetle walked across the picnic table where we had lunch. I saw the toad the other day. There are fish in the cave that have no eyes or color, they live in the dark and don't need them. 

Jaw like formation and I ran into this deranged guy at the end of the line. 


Coming out of the cave. The bats in the cave have white nose syndrome which they don't want to spread to other caves so they have us walk through a solution of woolite and water on the out. Cleansing our soles. . . John got me as a jr spelunker. 






Saturday, May 19, 2018


Following the footsteps of mammoths, squirrels and Presidents.  The Natchez Trace Parkway. By John Moran
It’s been said that before the Europeans showed up in America a squirrel could hop from tree to tree from Maine to East Texas.  I’m not too sure how they got across the major rivers on the way, but as Dave Barry knows, squirrels are both brilliant and diabolical.  All those great forests have been turned into boards, fuel, farms, house, cities and roads.  Most of the magnificent old growth is gone forever.  For the last 500-600 years the off spring of those mighty forest have attempted to carry on business of becoming an old growth forest again.  Their efforts have been defeated at every turn by the ever- increasing demand for their timber and cleared land, to farm, subdivided, and expand the cities with our ever-increasing population.  
Enter the Daughters of the American Revolution in the early 1900’s.  They recognized that there was a strip of land that ran through the South that has been in almost continuous use for thousands of years.  First by the great prehistoric beasts that wandered along this vague ridgeline that let them keep their feet dry as they migrated from the salt licks in Middle Tennessee to the Mighty Mississippi grazing lands long before the early paleo Indians showed up.   About 12,000 years ago these paleo Indians and their descendants used this same ridgeline to keep their feet dry as they expanded their culture with trade and communications routes through the heart of the country to develop complex societies of Mississippi Era Mound Builders.  That was until 1540 then this guy named Desoto (yup the car was named after him) ran into them.  This encounter was pretty much the beginning of the end of the well-established life of the Native Americans who have been living in this area for about 12,000 years or more.  In the vacuum left by these early tribes dying off and being killed the Chickasaw, Choctaw, and Natchez Tribes moved in.   Fast forward to the early expansion U.S. to the west which brought conflict and cooperation with these Tribes. Expanded agriculture and manufacturing of the young U.S.  needed the markets on the Western frontiers of the country in the 1800’s.  Moving these goods down the great rivers of the Mid West provided the perfect highway to markets in Natchez and New Orleans.  The only problem was, it was only a one-way highway.  So, all these guys who had hauled their goods down river and turned a nice profit from selling their products and the wooden planks their boats were made of, had to find a way home.   Thus, was born the “Old Natchez Trace.”  A loose system of Indian trails wove through the forest to follow this ancient ridgeline that managed to miss most but not all the swamps, bogs, and creeks.  With more and more use over the years this path became more formalized and less easy to lose in the vastness of the forests.  The tromping of countless feet, wagons, and horses had cause the land to subside in some areas that left the travelers walking and riding a path 20-30 feet below the surrounding land. 
With all this traffic on “The Trace” there were several people who recognized that this was an opportunity.  About 50 “Stands” and trading post sprung up along the Trace to provide food, shelter, and supplies for the travelers on their 35-day 500 mile walk home. This 35-day stroll was no walk in the park.  Even though most of the Trace ran along the ridgeline there will still heat, humidity, rain, wind, downed trees, mudholes, bogs, swamps, creeks, and rivers that they had to contend with.  Not to mention snakes, ticks, mosquitoes, highwaymen, and unruly fellow travelers.   Various treaties were made with the Native Tribes along the Trace to ease the passage and that worked well until the government decided they Tribes had to move to a new land called Oklahoma in 1830 on the “Trail of Tears.” 
Around the 1820’s steamers started to show up on the rivers and alleviate most of the need to stomp back 500 miles.  However, from 1830 to Civil War the Trace was used to march thousands of slaves from Maryland to Florida down to “The Forks in the Road” a slave market.   It’s just outside Natchez and was used to provide slave labor to the plantations in Alabama and Mississippi.   During the Civil War a few battles were fought near and along the Trace.  After the Civil War the use of steam increased on the rivers and rails and the Natchez Trace started falling into obscurity as an identifiable path.   It morphed into roads, farms, and some forest.  Things were starting to look up for the squirrel with an urge to travel. 
In 1903 Mrs. Elizabeth Jones of the Daughters of the American Revolution, got together with her sisters in the D.A.R. in Mississippi, Alabama, and Tennessee to start a program of establishing monuments along the Old Natchez Trace.  As the years passed their movement picked up steam that got local and National politicians involved. These politicians envisioned opportunities for their states to get Federal funds to build a road to provide lots of money and jobs for their states and enrich their campaign chest for decades to come and those of their followers.  They didn’t want to spend a dime of State monies and the only way they could get the Feds to pay for it all was to have the National Park Service build it.  In January of 1934 Representative Jeff Busby introduced a bill to provide $50,000 to survey a road named the “Natchez Trace Parkway” and latter that year a bill to provide $25,000,000 to build the road.  The first bill passed the second went down in flames.
Busby and his supporters envisioned a road that would run in and out of the numerous small towns, that had few if any connecting roads,  thus increasing the commerce and wealth of those small burgs.  However, the survey of the “Old Natchez Trace” found that It was a meandering, everchanging pathway and much of it had been taken over by state and county roads.  The reality of what was envisioned by the politicians and those from the NPS were in conflict.  In clever use of semantics of “memorializing” the “Old Natchez Trace”, the Park Service worked out a route that would provide the least difficulties in construction, knit together various historic sites on the on the route, and still fit the Federal definition of “Parkway.”  In 1938 a bill to fund building the Natchez Trace Parkway was passed by Congress allocating $1,286,866.  Over the next 67 years funding kept trickling into the Parkway construction till it was finally completed in 2005.   Despite the best efforts of the Politicians the Park Service built a road that is an artful compromise between where the actual “Old Natchez Trace” was and where the Parkway ended up.  What they finished with is 442 miles long by 800’ wide section of road and surrounding land that weaves a rich tapestry of the history of the land and inhabitants for the last 12,000 years.  Most of the Natchez Trace Parkway has a 50-mph speed limit, little traffic, few if any street lights, tasteful brown and white signs at various intersections, hand sculpted wooden signs denoting pull offs for various historic sites, buildings, and hikes.  All on a very nice, fully paved, peaceful two-lane road.  I have traveled all over the country on all manner or highways and byways have not had such a relaxing enjoyable drive in my life.
We took 25 days to travel the 442 miles of the Natchez Trace Parkway.  We were faster than those who walked but slower than most of those who travel it now.  We always camped with in 15 miles of the Trace and took the time to see the history of the area from the Mississippian Era Mound Builders, to local Music of the surrounding country, and everything in between.   We stopped at the sites carefully knit together by the National Park Service to stay within the bounds of the definitions of “Parkway.”  These sites encompassed the natural beauty of the area, historic sites and structures with lots of information, and the opportunity to hike several sections of the original Trace.   To follow the foot steps the early Native Americans, Andrew Jackson, Meriwether Lewis, and thousands of “Kaintucks” walking back from Natchez to their homes in Kentucky, Ohio, and Tennessee was amazing.   But the real winners are the squirrels.  They still can’t hop from tree to tree from Maine to East Texas, but they have 442 miles 800’ wide to get warmed up and wait.

May 18-19, 2018 Allensville, Kentucky


We moved to Allensville, Ky and are parked at Teri's sister's house in the country. Kentucky red soil with green new plants. Welcome to Kentucky and this big skink greeted me behind the shed. 

The bus parked between the barn and the well. With a beautiful view.

The old tobacco barn near the bus.  The Montgomery county courthouse in Clarksville, TN was built 1878-79 after being destroyed in a fire in 1943. In 1900 it was once again damaged by fire but rebuilt. In 1999 a F3 tornado struck severely damaging the courthouse. The interior was redesigned and the exterior restored. 

Another historic building in downtown Clarksville, looks like a museum now.  Teri took us to dinner at the Blackhorse pub and brewery in Clarksdale tonight. John with is IPA.

Teri, Kristie, John and Suep at dinner at the Black horse. The basket is almost done and Teri is purchasing it having seen it made from start to finish.

Our beautiful campsite at Kristie and Ricky's farm. We lost power night before last and this is why. The rain got into the connection of extension cord  to the well house and melted the plugs. Thankfully is was on wet ground so it did not burn up much. John went into town and got a new cord and it is now waterproofed. 

The masterpiece is now done. Looks a lot like the last picture but it has beads around the center covering up the holes and the beeswax from the cords is melted onto the basket. I didn't get to admire it much, Teri now owns it. It is 10 x 11 x 3 inches, has a center with a kokopelli and some blue magnetite, red coral, and amethyst chips set in resin, more chip beads around the center, red glass beads, large turquoise magnetite beads. The last row is dyed pine needles. Kristie the proud owner  the abalone shell basket and Teri made the smaller colorful basket. I taught her how and she is going to start basket making. Great first basket, much better than my first one. 

Kristie is holding Scarlett Teri's dog  and with Lexi Kristie's dog nearby. Scarlett and Lexi.

Last night Teri took us out to dinner for her birthday at Dos Margaritas. Where we met some more of Teri's family and friends. Many med techs also. Teri and I met working as med techs in the lab in Frisco, Colorado. We haven't seen each other in 20 years, but as with all good friends it seemed like just yesterday. A photo of Teri the birthday girl wearing a gift scarf and jewelry. They even carded her before serving her drinks!