The last two days have not been such an excellent adventure; they've been kind of dull. That's why I didn't blog last night. We are wearing down. It's time to go home, and if we had any sense, we would have started home today. But we don't have that much sense. We were so close to St. Louis, and we want to see the Cahokia Indian Mounds really, really bad. So we pushed on.
Yesterday, we went on a second Mammoth Cave tour, but we didn't like this one as well. The tour guide was OBSESSED with the history of the local mining industry, so instead of a general history tour talking about the mining, the War of 1812, and the prehistoric people who used and were buried in the cave, we learned A LOT about the mining in the cave. Way more than I ever cared to know, and Livy was dead bored. Our guide never even mentioned the prehistoric people, and at the time, I wanted to kill him and leave him to naturally mummify, like the bodies he didn't tell us about.
After that, we drove ALL DAY. We made it to Evansville, IN and left again this morning on the trip to St. Louis. We got here, ate a midafternoon meal, and now we are settled into our hotel. We are like old ladies, and all we want to do today is just watch movies and relax.
Tomorrow, we'll go to the Indian Mounds, then we'll start making our way south.
I like being an adventurer for a while, but right now I want to be a cud-chewing cow in my very own well beloved field. I want to chat with the other cows, do the mundane chores it takes to keep the field all green, and rest in my own warm stable.
12/17/09
