I have good reason again why I haven’t blogged for three days. First, I’m fine, or at least I haven’t hurt myself again. Second, Merlin is also fine. However…
So, I did decide to go back to Mammoth Cave on Tuesday and take another tour. This one was the historical tour, and it was much more like what I’d expected Mammoth Cave to be than the tour I’d taken the day before. We went down from the natural entrance (well, one of them, and the one that’s been in use the longest, since 1816), and walked down to a huge room called the Rotunda, seeing some of the history of the cave along the way. One of the reasons the U.S. did not lose the War of 1812 was because saltpeter mined in the cave was used to make gunpowder for the troops after Britain blockaded out ports (up till then, almost all gunpowder was imported from Europe).
Beyond the Rotunda, we hiked about two miles in total (and went up and down over 500 stairs). Through a place called Fat Man’s Misery, where the passage narrowed down (below the waist, above the waist it was several feet wide) to about a foot, and you had to go sideways to get through. We also had to crouch down to get through several passages. It was in one of the latter that my camera fell out of my (always otherwise secure before) pocket and crashed onto a rock.
I picked it up. It looked fine. Only one tiny ding along the outside metal edge of the lens, but otherwise not a scratch. Then I tried to turn it on. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
And this is why I only have photos of about the first third of the Historical Tour of Mammoth Cave.
Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, the tour was wonderful. We climbed 200 metal stairs up Mammoth Dome and through all sorts of interesting formations, and learned more about the slaves (in particular, one named Stephen Bishop, who was the first to explore many of the passages tourists see now, and who was so famous people requested him as their tour guide), and about the tuberculosis sanitorium (which still boggles my mind – why anyone would think that chilly and damp and dark would be good for lung conditions is beyond me). It was fascinating and beautiful.
But when I emerged from the cave, my camera was still dead. And nothing I could do would resurrect it.
So that night I looked up to see where the nearest Best Buy was, and it was on my way to Fort Knox to visit Danielle Hart. So I made note, and the next morning I stopped there. They could do nothing for the camera, not that I was exactly expecting them to be able to. But what I didn’t realize is that a) there are different sizes of Best Buy stores, and this was a smaller one, and b) Best Buy doesn’t carry a lot of digital cameras anymore. I’d bought the one I broke online, but that wasn’t an option given that I’m on the road with no permanent address, and that I needed one right away. I tried several other places, too, but nada.
So after trying several other stores, too, with no luck, I went on to Danielle’s. She lives in a really nice half a duplex on Fort Knox, so I had to go through security to get in, which was much more lax than it is at Fort Lewis back home. AAMOF, I now officially have permission to come and go from Fort Knox for the next six months if I so choose [g].
Danielle (and her daughter) and I had a great visit. We went out for Greek food, and I got a wonderful cat fix from her two Siamese kitties, Hector and Penelope, and, incidentally, did my laundry [wry g]. And we talked pretty much nonstop. The thing about Bujold listee friends is that we automatically have so much in common and so much to talk about (besides, any house with that many books automatically feels comfortable). Danielle is also a football fan (Detroit Lions), so that was fun, too.
She put me in her cats’ bedroom/library on a really comfortable air mattress. And took me to two more stores in my still-unsuccessful hunt for a new camera. I do hope she can come out to Washington sometime so that I can return the favor (minus the camera).
This morning I drove into Louisville, Kentucky (about 45 minutes north of Fort Knox) in search of a bigger Best Buy. Two more Best Buys later, I finally wound up in one with an adequate selection of cameras, and am now the proud possessor of a refurbished Nikon a couple of steps up from what I had. It basically operates the same way, but it has an even better optical zoom (it also cost about $70 more than my old camera [sigh]. But at least now I can take photos again.
I got seriously stuck in traffic trying to get back out of Louisville (I hadn’t intended to go there at all before my camera-tastrophe) but I did finally manage to fight my way clear. I’m now in Harrodsburg, Kentucky, the oldest town west of the Appalachians, on my way east again. Harrodsburg is a pretty little town with a lot of really old (from this West Coaster’s viewpoint, anyway) pretty buildings.
There’s an old Shaker village just up the road, too. I’m going to explore it tomorrow before I head east towards North Carolina over the subsequent couple of days, and two more friends to visit.
Oh, and the weather feels like nice August at home! It’s cooled and dried out considerably!