Monday April 13

Stopped at a Flying J truck plaza in Waddy, Kentucky. In addition to gassing up, we emptied the wastewater tanks. In RV parlance, you have your grey water tank and your black water tank. More about that later, but I can tell you that once you have made an RV dump, you'll never listen to the Doobie Brothers "Black Water" the same way again. Headed north from Lexington, Kentucky toward Mayslick, sometimes spelled Mays Lick to visit Gary and Maelynne Anderson. We stopped at an auto parts store in the town of Paris where Joe bought some sort of electrical contact cleaner in a spray can to help make sure the trailer plugin for the lights and brakes worked properly. Joe said in his fake British accent, "I just think things should work properly." I talked with Gary and he determined that we should arrive in about an hour (5 PM). After we got back on the road we discovered that we had crossed over into the Eastern time zone and we had lost yet another hour. We were an hour behind before we ever got out of the parking lot.

North of Lexington are many fancy, fancy horse farms. The sun tried to come out but clouds continued to follow us. At some point in the recent past, it seems that all the fancy horse farm owners got together and decided that white wooden fences around the horse farms were out of fashion. All the fancy horse farms now have black wooden fences. Not a white fence to be seen.

We arrived at the Anderson's at 6:30 PM. After they showed us around their lovely new residence, they took us to dinner at nearby Blue Licks Battleground State Resort. What a nice place! While Maelynne and I caught up, Gary showed Joe his guitars. Gary has built up an impressive collection of Martins, Gibsons and other acoustic guitars and Joe was rightly awed. Their dog Harry watched for deer and other critters that might be wandering from the forest onto his wooded yard.

We slept in the Anderson house with a steady rain lulling us to sleep. Gary made a fine breakfast on Tuesday morning and shortly thereafter we said our goodbyes and continued our journey to the Airstream factory at Jackson Center, Ohio. It was a lovely visit and we hope that all of their Colorado friends will have the oppotunity to visit them soon. Our visit was much too short.