Get Lucky in Kentucky, Day 1: The Journey Continues

On the recommendation of a friend, we interrupted our otherwise uneventful drive to Kentucky with a stop in Fairmount. Did you know that this small town is home to not only the James Dean Museum, but also Snoopy? We did not. Here you see a picture of Julie on the front porch of the museum--she's the one on the right.

Before we arrived at the museum, we stopped for lunch at The Outpost. It was immediately clear that we were in "God's Country," not only because the sign above the door told us so, but also because the TV in the corner was tuned to Pat Robertson. We quietly enjoyed the home cooked food. It was really very good.

After lunch, we found our way to the James Dean Museum. Julie, one step ahead of me, opened the door in great anticipation. She took a half step in, quickly turned, looked at me in horror and shouted "OH *#%@&" as she slammed the door shut. I imagined we had walked into some kind of unspeakable activity; I couldn't wait to see what it was. Alas, it was merely an excitable puppy that had charged the door. How was this overgrown doberman to know that Julie was terrified of dogs? The owners quickly took control and the remainder of our museum visit proceeded uneventfully. We skipped the trip to the gravesite, however, since we were anxious to get back on the road.

We are now safely in Louisville, in a wonderful hotel with good restaurants, bars that have live birds and fish, rooms with views of the river and the city below, and . . . tomorrow. . . BRIDGE!