The day following my last post, Todd and I set out for Louisville, Kentucky. His dad lives in the area and needed Todd to set up a new computer for him. That task took only a short while, he also had to teach his dad's girlfriend how to use the computer or something. I don't know, I was watching Dr. Phil while he was showing her whatever he was showing her.



Okay, so Tuesday night around ten we arrived at Todd's dad's house. We settled in a little to where we were sleeping. Then we set out for the city of Louisville, a short distance across a bridge over the Ohio River, which is an amazing body of water. Nothing really came up that night except the fact that in Clarksville, Indiana (where the house we stayed at was) had a liquor store open until two in the morning. Indiana sells alcohol until three in the morning. I couldn't pass it up, I just went inside and grabbed a pint of Seagram's 7 and sipped on it a bit.



The drive up and arrival sparked our appetite so we went to Denny's. There, we put on our famous and deadly accurate southern accents to those with whom we came in contact, mostly our waitress. It was cracking us up. Throughout the 36 or so hour trip it became a theme; sarcasm+accent. It was deadly played out after not too long though. Anyway, at the end of our meal, when we were paying, I told the waitress, "That was a fine meal. My compliments to the chef." It was in my accent. It was ridiculous and funny as hell. We retired after that.



Morning came, I slept alright despite the unfamiliar environment. Todd and I cleaned out the gutters around the house for his dad. Todd actually did it, I took a shower. Then we did some push-ups to pump our chests and arms up for the day. It was cold and gloomy so we needed our jackets. We hit up a dam in the Ohio River which was very serene through the gloom of the day. We walked over moist sand, checking out all the exposed tree roots who had the soil around them eroded away from the flooding of the river. The shore also had some really pleasant and jagged rock formations.



We headed to Louisville and ate at a Chipotle-esque establishment. I don't remember the name. It wasn't that good really. After, we headed back. I drank a bit on my 7, Todd had wine. That is all.



Early Thursday was ideal to head back we decided. Along the way home, outside of eating, we stopped at Big Bone Lick Park (yes) and did hella hiking. The park alluded to the observation of wild bison. Signs every hundred yards or so with the word 'bison' on them with an arrow. We came to a fenced pasture with pretty large mounds of what we assumed to be bison shit, but we saw no bison. But some trails branched off this main one, so we took an uphill one which lead to an elevated lake of decent size, Big Bone Lick Lake (yes). More trails followed, one upon which Todd could keep it in any longer and took a dump in the middle of a path, on a rock. It was the hardest I've laughed in a long motherfucking time. I didn't see much of the process but it was so damn funny.



Ohio sprung from the horizon as we were on the highway honking at those next to us, bothering them as they were just trying to get to their destination. It was a way to pass the time. We rolled through Columbus and did the same thing to pedestrians. It's fun to watch unfamiliar heads jolt and unsure hands gesture.

Next post on Halloween weekend and getting ridiculed at Luna's.