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Wow! A day without rain that let me get a few clear pictures. Yep, we are
in wigwam #2. A play ground and picnic area are right in the center of
the village. (When we returned, at the end of the day, there was a fire
going and a group of young children were celebrating a birthday.) That's
owner Ivan standing in the office/gift shop next to Chief Peace Pipe.
Ray and Karen met us at the village so we had to take a shot of the
cars backed by teepees. A surprise benefit of this was that a badly worn
left front tire caught Ray's attention as we posed. Not quite a panic
trigger but riding it back to California was clearly out of the question.
Ray was quite familiar with the wigwam village concept having stayed in
Holbrook's Wigwam Village #6 just a few nights ago on his drive from
California.
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We had loose plans to visit Mammoth Cave but breakfast came first. So,
based on some good advice from Ivan, we headed to the Old Dutch Mill
Restaurant over on US 31E. The building with the tower has been home to
owners Carmen & Lewis since a fire destroyed their house. It was
built in the 1930s and operated as a road house. One that, according to
Lewis, had a pretty rough reputation. That picture of Carmen & Larry
relaxing was taken AFTER they hade prepared and served us a great
breakfast.
Besides friendly service and good food, we were provided with local
and some not so local phone books and Ray worked the cell phone looking
for tires. Even though we are just a few miles from the Corvette factory,
finding 17 inch F1s isn't easy. We left the restaurant without a solution
but, during the drive to Mammoth Cave, Karen used the cell phone to
locate a pair of the tires in Louisville.
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While Karen was tire shopping, we drove the few miles to Mammoth Cave
National Park. By dumb luck we arrived at just the right time to purchase
tickets to a tour almost ready to depart and were on our way with
virtually no waiting. Shannon would be our lead guide and is shown
giving an introduction to the tour before we headed down the first set of
steps. This is the Historic Tour and is just one of a number of different
tours available. Part of the history that gives it its name is the
saltpeter "mining" that took place here in the early 1800s.
Saltpeter is a major ingredient of gun powder and the mining operation
peaked with the war of 1812. Leech beds and other artifacts remain
in the cave. The pictures show a box used to hand carry dirt to the leech
beds and a joint in the pipes used to carry water to and from the leech
beds. The pipes were long logs with a hole drilled through their length
and the tapered end of one wedged into the opening of the next.
The tour actually involved two guides and Rick was the one who kept
stragglers from becoming lost and answered many questions for us folks at
the rear. He grew a ponytail after retiring from the military and intended
to never shave, never again wear a uniform, and keep wearing the pony
tail. The uniform came with the job and the ponytail was sacrificed for
personal comfort in the summer heat. He's still doing pretty good on that
shaving thing. The last picture is the view as we come back to the surface
after being about 350 feet below it.
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These are just some miscellaneous pictures taken along our drive back to
the wigwams. The only one I can even name is Joe's Diner and it didn't
appear to be operating. The area contains plenty of the restaurants,
motels, and businesses you would expect near a national park which is a
vacation destination for lots of families each year.
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The evening's plans included a banquet at the Sloan Convention Center. We
had plenty of time and as we drove through Park City, turned aside where a
sign directed us to Historic Bell's Tavern. Of course part of the reason
was to see if it still served historic cold beverages but we did not hold
out hope very long. US 31 through here is also known as the Dixie
Highway and sometimes the Old Dixie Highway. The road that passes by
Historic Bell's Tavern is the Really Old Dixie Highway. The pictures may
not convey this well but the early 19th century tavern seems a huge
building for its time. At least two floors and something like a half dozen
rooms - maybe more.
We spent a little time in Ruby Tuesdays and made it to the banquet at
just about the right time. The meal was quite good and the banquet was
well attended but the photographer for this site was pretty useless at the
event. Not one picture of the happy people eating, drinking, chatting and
bidding on unique Corvette memorabilia. If he didn't have an in with the
owner, he'd risk being replaced.
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