Sunday, 20 October 2019
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| today's route |
I drove down to what's called the Western Kentucky Parkway, that I'd driven on 3 weeks ago when I first came to the state. Driving east, I noticed that the leaves were changing colors, compared to my earlier drive.
I'm still seeing almost all cows at the farms I pass. I do believe Kentucky's got a lot of horses, but I sure haven't seen more than a few.
I could see on the map that tonight's campground is in a rural area so stopped in Elizabethtown for several hours to do chores.
I found a recycling center (yea!) but it only let me recycle some stuff - no glass, no mixed paper - just cardboard, cans, and plastics #1 & #2. But it helped.
Then I went to a laundromat that turned out to be closed on Sundays. The online directions for that one insisted - as in refused to consider an alternative - that I drive around to the back of the building and walk through some trees and down a bank, rather than turning into the driveway like regular folks. Not the first time something like that's happened.
Found another laundromat that was extremely popular and every machine was taken. But I snagged one as someone was emptying their clothes. The machines were expensive but efficient and clean clothes are nice to have.
And finally I found a grocery store. Kroger seems to have a near monopoly on the grocery business in Kentucky. I'm not a fan, as you remember, but I have to eat and like Walmart even less. So Kroger it is.
Driving through town I noticed that Elizabethtown, known as Etown to the residents, has a preponderance of brick buildings. Wonder if they had a bad fire in the town's past.
I passed a sign for Las Chalupas Mex-Mex Restaurant. That's a first for me.
Back on the road, I passed a Kentucky historical marker titled "Romantic 1825 Tragedy." I didn't stop but looked it up and this is what I found. https://www.hmdb.org/marker
Taylorsville (note the "-ville") Lake State Park is very spread-out with a variety of facilities. I turned too soon for the campground and found myself on a road with signs saying "Road Ends In Water." That sounded ominous but I thought it was the right road so kept on going. I finally found the end, which I guess does end in water - it leads to a boat ramp into the lake and a largish parking lot. Much better than the high water crossing I was envisioning.
Today being a Sunday, folks were clearing out of the campground so it was only about half-full by nighttime. Seems a comfortable place.
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