June 26: Another inadvertent long drive, but also more Lincoln, and Kentucky

Indiana University, Bloomington
Indiana University, Bloomington

I did manage to take a few photos of some of the buildings on the IU campus this morning, and here’s the best of the bunch. After that, I headed south out of town. It’s funny, but in the two years I lived in Bloomington, I never actually took the main highway south out of town. Turns out there’s a whole other section of town over on the other side of that highway, although it looks fairly new and may not have actually been there 25 years ago [g]. They’re also building a new interstate from Evansville to Indianapolis, and they’ve almost reached Bloomington with it. Bloomington on the interstate. Very strange.

Anyway, I was headed south towards Kentucky, and the landscape became hillier and hillier the closer I got to the Ohio River. I also stopped for lunch in the small town of English, and saw this car in the parking lot, which vastly amused me.

I've never seen a car with eyelashes before.
I’ve never seen a car with eyelashes before.
A view of southern Indiana
A view of southern Indiana
Another amusement.
Another amusement.

I hadn’t realized until I was looking at the map at lunch (after standing in line next to a man who wanted to blame all of the U.S.’s troubles on illegal immigrants [sigh]) that I’d all but be passing by another Lincoln site. This one was where he grew up.

But first I passed through the town of Santa Claus, where I came around a corner and discovered an amusement park as well as a lot of Christmas decorations. Most peculiar for the time of year.

Street lamp sign in Santa Claus, Indiana.
Street lamp sign in Santa Claus, Indiana.

Lincoln’s Boyhood Home NHS was another big monumental building, but it was also a living history farm, which was kind of cool. Well, not cool. It was 97dF and humid as all heck, and I really felt sorry for the people doing the living history stuff, but it was interesting.

A bronze replica of the sills and hearth of Lincoln's boyhood home.  If it's 10 feet square I'd be surprised.
A bronze replica of the sills and hearth of Lincoln’s boyhood home. If it’s 10 feet square I’d be surprised.
The cabin at the living history museum at Lincoln's boyhood home.
The cabin at the living history museum at Lincoln’s boyhood home.

It’s not far from either Santa Claus or Lincoln’s Boyhood Home to the Ohio River, where there was another bridge that looks like what the 21st Street Bridge in Tacoma wants to be when it grows up. And I actually managed to get a photo of this one.

The bridge over the Ohio River into Kentucky.
The bridge over the Ohio River into Kentucky.

I had planned on spending the night in Owensboro, Kentucky, but somehow I wound up on something called the William H. Natcher Parkway, and there wasn’t a motel anywhere until I drove fifty more miles to Bowling Green (I need to find out why Bowling Green is called Bowling Green). On the bright side, I’m less than an hour to Mammoth Cave, so that’s something. And I did regain an hour (western Kentucky is on Central Time).

But I did not want to drive well over two hundred miles today!