The day began with a heavy fog that burned off into a gorgeous morning. We headed south to Burnsville, then west on Highway 70. The terrain was mile after mile of rolling farmland. Around every turn was a picturesque red bard, but, unfortunately, I didn’t take many pictures. Some of these barns had what looked like large quilt squares over the main door. This reminded me of the hex signs seen on Pennsylvania Dutch barns, but they were square instead of circular.
The highway ran between two large lakes, although we only glimpsed one at the beginning of the trip. Along the way we passed several manufacturers that made luxury house boats – monsters that had more square footage than our house.
The town of Marrow Bone was especially scenic. Again, I just didn’t get around to taking any pictures, but enjoyed the view minus viewfinder.
About lunch time (we thought) we rolled into Cave City. Like Cherokee and Gatlinburg, Cave City has tourist traps that have very little to do with the main National Park attraction. However, it looked like those in this area were closed or on the very of doing so. We passed a Dinosaur Park, Wax Museum, and other tacky miniature golf places. Some of these just looked sad. However, at the intersection with I-65 there looked like we might find lodging and food.