Oops, the last post should have been Day 26. Today is number 27.
When we were mapping our trip and looking for a decent line between St Louis and Charlottesville, Louisville, KY kinda made sense. It’s the childhood home of my mother in law, but better yet, it advertised having the world’s largest man made underground cavern AND zip lines! How could we pass up something like that?
The Mega Cavern is an old strip mine converted into storage, inert landfill, and entertainment venue. We decided we needed to try it just because we could.
What fun! It was a totally different feeling than zipping al fresco in Kauai, but we still had a great time. It was very well organized and we felt completely safe the whole time.
Another pair on the tour were also road-tripping — they worked for Progressive Insurance and were one of several teams crossing the country giving out SWAG and buying people gas to celebrate the company’s 75th Anniversary. We compared road trip notes, posed for the obligatory social media photo (cuz that’s the fun part), and got some free goodies.
After zip lining, we had originally thought we’d drive to Mammoth Caves, but we also wanted the opportunity to meet up with blog friend Karen, so we decided to spend another night in Louisville and go to the caves in the morning since it’s not far.
That gave us all afternoon to explore Downtown ‘Ville and we took full advantage. Lunch was at Taco Punk per Karen’s suggestion plus the awesome name.
From there we went to the Louisville Slugger Museum since that was the first convenient place to park. We took the factory tour which was pretty cool, and then lingered around the museum for a while.
I liked the bats hanging from the ceiling (pun intended?).
Then we walked down the street to 21c, again on Karen’s recommendation, and spent some time looking at the art. The galleries were interesting, but I thought the best, most appropriate “public” art were the permanent exhibits (including those in the bathrooms).
The bathrooms had videos of peeping eyes in the mirrors, but those eyes were blind. There was also one way mirrors outside, so those in the loo could look out at those in the hallway. It was a play on voyeurism that was not really very voyeuristic!
The last place on our list to visit was the Muhammad Ali Center.
By the time we walked there, they were winding down for the day, and to tell the truth, so were we. We chatted with two ladies representing the education mission of the center and then went back to our car.
We drove back to the hotel via the Highland neighborhood so we could see the house Hubby’s mom grew up in.
It was beautiful! In fact, the whole Highland area looks like it would be a great place to live these days. As we drove through, we realized we’d be better off finding dinner there than near the hotel, so we stopped at the next restaurant. I think we had already passed the really good places, but Sol Azteca was perfectly acceptable (even if it was our second Mexican food for the day). I had a margarita, which ended my day on the perfect note.
As we explore different cities across the USA, I find that we all really enjoy places with public art. Whether it’s fountains and walking paths in Long Beach, fancy hotel lobbies and shopping malls in Las Vegas, something like City Museum in St Louis, outdoor sculpture like in STL’s City Park, or Main Street in Louisville, or free galleries like at 21c Hotel, kids and adults alike relax, enjoy, and interact. Sometimes I wonder why I do something so seemingly selfish like create art, but them I realize that it’s not just me that gets pleasure out of it. And in the case of art in public places, I think it really enhances the experience of a place.
Speaking of public art, International Yarn Bombing Day was recently, and I had the pleasure of helping to contribute to an awesome project that some knit night friends in Hawaii conceived and created at Spalding House. Check out the blog photos here. I think my favorite is the pink/orange watermark cuffs on the trees, though my help was in crocheting lacy granny squares to wrap branches.