Spottsville, Kentucky

Thursday, July 21 - We decided to make a run over to Spottsville this morning, which turned out to be only 10 miles east.  I visited here with my family in 1964 and could not remember the names of my mother's relatives that we visited, but we made several swaths through the little town looking for anything familiar.  I was even checking mailboxes, but I never did see anything I recognized, other than the bridge and the locks here.  Someone had obliterated the S from the sign -- don't know if there's a message there.

From the bridge we could see the dam, and we were actually able to drive down to the locks (at least no one ran us off).  Unfortunately, no boats came through while we were there, which would have been really interesting.

Upstream from the dam was a railroad bridge that has a swing span, which pivots on its base to allow for the passage of boats too tall to go under it.  This had been turned open, and I don't know if this railroad is still in use, or if the swing span is left open all the time.

After about 4 passes through town, a beer-drinking party of 4 (this was about 11:00 a.m.) began to eye us suspiciously, so we thought we should leave before we made their acquaintance.  So we headed back to the RV and de-camped.  This was a nice little state park right in town, right on Hwy 41, with electric and water, and a dump station, so it met all our needs.  It even had one washer and one dryer, at the restroom/shower building. 

We got on the road just before noon EST, and were back home again in Indiana 5 minutes later.

Indiana is looking much healthier than when we left in May, when it was mostly under water.  It was 95 degrees, pretty warm for back here in the humidity.  We decided to go into Vincennes and get tenderloin sandwiches before we even got to the house (Joe invited his mother, but she declined), and we needed to fill up with propane.  So we got to Joe's mother's about 2:00.  Today's drive was a whopping 61 miles!  Joe had wanted to come back here in the summer to see them harvesting the crops (picking the melons), and as I drove out from the propane station (we unhooked there), I saw one field where they were picking watermelons, then I followed two wagon-loads of cantaloupes for a little while, so it looks like we made it back here at the right time.  We were just happy that it wasn't us out there picking!