Left Hamilton, Ohio, the town trying to revitalize itself through arts and porn shops (see previous entry) I thought about driving around the town more but it gave me the creeps with what I did see so I headed to Northwest. My GPS took me to Oxford so I stopped in on recommendations from my brother, Tom. The campus of Miami of Ohio was quaint and beautiful and the chapel was very photo worthy. I tried to get in but it was locked. I haven’t been arrested yet so “what the hey.”
I crossed into beautiful Indiana: land of patchy crappy roads. I cranked it left at a sign for Brookville Lake. If my GPS could comment I'm sure she would have cussed me out a million times! The lake area was nice and a potential family vacation spot. Best of all: No carp smell. Next place, Quakertown Pioneer Village. I found it but it was surrounded by a huge rusty chain link fence. Made me wonder if that’s how they handled wayward Quarkers or possibly an Indiana low budget correctional facility. Yeah, Mitch Daniels!
It started to rain pretty hard. I headed north to Connersville and had lunch at Wendy’s. I stopped at the County Fairgrounds and snagged a shot of the covered bridge oddly placed there. I noticed a small circus set up and grabbed some pictures of the elephants ( or I should say, their butts), midget horses and big top. It was really coming down so I headed north on Rt 1. a detour took me off of it for 30 miles! Man! Are they replacing the whole road??? I found myself in a little town of Farmland and stopped in a little gift/antique store which surprisingly the town had a lot of them. Dripping wet I was greeted with a cup of coffee and chocolate from a nice fellow. He excused himself while he pulled cheesecakes out of the oven. Yeah, I’m pretty sure he was a light-loafer kind of fellow. I bought a barn bird house and some necklaces for my daughter in laws. I also bought a baby blanket for adults called a Chooty. It is so soft. The fellow was telling me that Farmland got a ½ million dollar grant to renovate downtown. For all the towns that I have been in, this one needed it the least. Give it to poor Jumbo, Ohio! Farmland is a real artsy town and I wouldn’t mind going back. I was still wet and only 2 hours from home so I gave the GPS the go ahead for freeways and cranked it for home for a hot bath, my own bed and watching American Idol ( which I love Danny). I am going to process this trip in my head ( if old age doesn’t wipe it out soon) and list my findings.