04/01/06 Bowling through Kentucky


Published: Saturday, April 1, 2006 at 10:54 a.m.
Last Modified: Saturday, April 1, 2006 at 10:54 a.m.

8 a.m. Saturday

Bowling Green, Ky.

Things are going much better this morning. Kentucky looks exactly like we expected, with rolling hills and dairy cows and sunny skies, unlike the torrential rain we saw when we were driving through the mountains in Tennessee late last night.

Wed planned to stop in Nashville last night, and were thrilled to drive into the college section of town near Vanderbilt. The city was adorable the street we happened upon had a bunch of cool-looking bars and cafes with live music, and a row of clean-looking hotels.

Problem was, there was no vacancy. At any of them. A clerk at one hotel practically laughed at us, and when we asked where he suggested we look for another room, he said, Out of town.

We ended up in Bowling Green, Ky., which Im sure is lovely in parts. Those parts were not where we ended up last night.

We came upon a horde of hotels right off the interstate, and found not one but two with vacancy.

One of them had a bar. It was the kind of bar intended for travelers who need a quick drink, but this one had a huge crowd of locals milling around outside. We saw five men wearing cowboy hats and huge belt buckles. One dude had an eye patch.

We moved on to the considerably cleaner-looking hotel on the other side of the road.

It would be great to have more time to stop in places like Mammoth Cave, which we just saw a sign for. But were looking to get to Indy by noon, so we can pick up our tickets for the game and go to the pep rally before it.

Were both headachy and cranky from sleep deprivation (we were really only able to catch a nap in Bowling Green), but today, theres hope.

Were three hours outside Indianapolis, and the sights are invigorating enough to keep us going.

Plus, we just saw a herd of buffalo (my college mascot) amid the cow pastures. Im taking it as a good sign.

10 a.m.

In Louisville, Ky. Finally.

And for the first time, the Interstate 65 signs tell us were going to Indianapolis a major, much-needed morale-booster.

10:30 a.m.

In Indiana! In front of us is a tan SUV with a UF wind sock and two Gator-head magnets on it. To our right is a truck with a shiny orange and blue license-plate cover.

This makes up for our surroundings, which have grown considerably more drab since we left the Kentucky hills.

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