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My Christmas escape is anchored by a Christmas Day buffet in Turkey Run
Park near Rockville, Indiana. I'll also be spending Christmas Eve and
Christmas Day at the park. I could easily reach the park in time to bed
down by leaving home on Thursday morning but dashing there and back made
the escape run seem even more like just going out to eat. Adding Wednesday
to the trip helped a little. The vague target for Wednesday night became
the Indianapolis area and I set off in that direction in the late morning.
Even unhurried trips to Indianapolis usually involve expressway across the
state line but today I poked along even more.
Heading nearly due west, I found myself on some roads I rarely see. One of
those was OH-126 as it utilizes the northern tip of Colerain Avenue. The
roadside trough has been here since 1867. The inscription carved into the
stone is more readable in the plaque that
stands beside it.
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I either solved one mystery and started another or simply reset one I had
forgotten. Self tagged points of interest get added to my GPS in a couple
of ways. One is that I'll identify something I want to see, possibly on
a specific trip, and download or enter the location. The other is using
the GPS to mark a location I want to return to. The aviation arrows I
visited on my most recent trip are an example of the first kind; A motel
parking lot is a common example of the second. I'm far from diligent about
it but I'll usually delete these one-time-use markers when convenient.
Sometimes I'll forget what they are before I get around to deleting them.
That's what happened with one labeled "Pillar". It has been in the GPS for
a long time and more than once I thought of deleting it but I couldn't
even remember whether it was something I planned to see or something I saw
and wanted to return to. I'd start to delete it then let it stay.
I got kind of excited today when I realized my path was headed right to
the mysterious point. When I saw it, I instantly realized it was something
I had driven past and tagged so I could come back and find out what it
was. I was disappointed to see there was no convenient place to pull over
but there was no traffic at that moment so I stopped and snapped a few
pictures from the car. I was really disappointed at the end of the day
when I discovered that most of the words were unreadable in the
photographs. Maybe I can pull something from them when I get home but for
now I've simply replaced "What is Pillar?" with "Who is John Evans?".
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Let's wander.
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OH-126 turns into IN-252 which Ts into US-52 at Brookville. I first wrote
that IN-252 ends here then learned that another section begins about forty
miles to the west. The first two photos were taken from a little roadside
park just east of Metamora. The Whitewater Canal was here first and when
the railroad came it followed -- and ultimately replaced -- the canal. The
road for automobiles came third although some sort of roadway may have
paralleled the canal in spots. A more readable version of the sign is
here.
The remaining photos were taken in the town of Metamora. I'd actually
thought of stopping here soon after leaving home since I guessed that it
might be a little Christmasy. There were quite a few decorations along the
canal and a few shops were open but not many. Most of the town was
essentially shut down for the winter.
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A modern castle sits high on a hill just east of town. About the only
current information on it is a
single sparse page at the Metamora website but
Googling Metamora Castle and reading some of the older stuff can be...
interesting.
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I encountered rain not far from Metamora. By Indianapolis it was steady
and often heavy. I had half planned on checking out the Christmas lights
downtown but the rain made that terribly uninviting. Instead I headed for
dinner. I had recently seen a list of
The Best Breaded Pork Tenderloin Sandwiches in the
Midwest. Indiana claims to have invented the BPT and I considered
visiting the birthplace, Nick's Kitchen in Huntington, on this trip but
it's a bit out of the way. However another list entry,
The
Friendly Tavern, was not. At 4:30 this place was packed and loud. I've
commented before on taverns that are loud at 4:30 because everyone is
drunk and shouting but this place was loud because it was filled with
sober and hungry people just talking to each other in a friendly -- and by
necessity shouting -- sort of way. And the BPT definitely lived up to its
billing. Tasty, tender, and filling. Reasonably priced, too. You may have
to talk loudly and lean close to get your order heard but it's certainly
worth it.
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If it hadn't been raining, Deviate Brewing would have been an easy walk from my
motel. As it was, I stopped in for one beer and some friendly chitchat
with locals. The one beer I had was a Scottish Ale which gets its name,
Main Monkey Business, from its banana taste. It was good but not a daily
drinker for me. The brewery's name was not chosen lightly.
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