So last Saturday my sister and I hit the road for a day trip. She has this fascination with a place called Big Bone Lick State Park. Yeah, I swear that’s really the name. It happens to sit on a road called . . . wait for it . . . Beaver Road. I was telling my friend Jessica it should really sit in the town of Boobieville. I mean really, did a bunch of ten year old boys sit around and think up names? The name supposedly comes from the gigantic mastadon and mammoth bones that were found way back in the day. Apparently, these animals would show up for the salt licks in the area and got sucked down into a huge muddy pit.
I have no idea what she thought the place would be like, but it wasn’t all that. It took us nearly 2 hours to get there, driving through areas that I swear I could hear the banjos strumming. And once there, we stayed maybe an hour. Not a lot to do beyond look at the bones, the one huge diorama they have set up, and hike a bit. We then had lunch, not there since there is no where to eat, but an Arby’s and hit the road again. To the wineries!!! Wooo hoooo! Way nicer than Big Bone Lick and much more to do . . . like taste wine and buy wine. Totally made my weekend.