It was a lot warmer today than the past few days. 41 degrees. Warmed up even more pretty quickly, though.
But
then we crawled down into a hole that stays at 54 degrees all year. It was a
bit chilly down there. It was an interesting excursion, though. We were able to
amble around in the semi-darkness while Chris attempted to take pictures. I
think we got a few good ones, though. Mammoth Cave. Check.
On
the way back south and west, Chris noticed a sign for an Amish country store.
Why not? One of the best stops of the trip. We ordered a sandwich for
lunch. Huge thing on homemade bread. Yum. And we had to get some banana bread.
Oh, some raisin cinnamon bread. All homemade, of course. I would definitely
frequent that place … if we lived in the middle of nowhere, Kentucky, just
north of Tennessee. Hmm. That sounds like a good ol’ Country-western song …
Since
we were in an off-the-beaten-track mood anyway, we stumbled across a brand-new
area that just got affiliated with the National Park Service. It is a random
battlefield called Parker’s Crossroads, somehow associated with the Civil War
battle of Shiloh. It came up as right off the road we were on, anyway, so …
here we go. The site itself was just the visitor center. Well, they did have
maps that you could follow out to areas of the battle located in nearby towns.
And they did have for sale a 60-minute tape tour of the whole thing. We didn’t
go on the whole thing. We didn’t go on anything. We did walk through the museum
and check out the artifacts, though.
Next
came the final leg of what had been a really long drive. All the way from
Mammoth Cave in Kentucky to Memphis, Tennessee. We were tired.
Now,
we did make it to Memphis and checked into the hotel. But the room had no hot
water coming out of the faucet in the sink. So they moved us to another room, but
it had not been cleaned. Dirty towels on the bathroom floor, bed unmade. So
they upgraded us to a suite. But it had food between the sheet and mattress
pad, there was a bug with pinchers in the bed, and the shower was actually
moldy. Strike three. And the worst thing about it all? I spent the last three
innings of the Astros incredible comeback walkoff game dealing with a bad
hotel. This time I told the desk clerk to just give us a refund. He obliged
with no further comment. We drove another hour to get another hotel. This one
was pretty nice. Glad we moved.
Romans 10:10 says, “For it is with your heart
that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess
your faith and are saved.”
Father,
thank you yet again for the chance to see something so awesome as that cave.
Even underground your world is amazing. Amen.
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