CHARLOTTE and her WEB


See the hole in this picture... a pack rat lives in it, but we couldn't get her into the picture. When the guide shined his light in the hole, we could see her whiskers. Neat! And not scary! The guide affectionately referred to it as a "she" so we went along with it.
The formations were pretty neat. They say that at one time water flowed through the caves and that since then "formations" have occurred. As water seeps in at various times, mineral deposites form and that is how they are formed. It's neat. At one point we had stopped to be educated... while standing in a line Keith asked me to please step forward. Despite my reluctance to get any closer to the others in the cave... it was worth it. There was a brown recluse spider on the rock over his head. He was smart enough to NOT tell me until we were on our way home. OH HORRORS!!! I HATE SPIDERS!!!!
We only saw one bat. Here it is. There is another cave called "Bat Cave" that they say is filled with bats in the fall. That's where they go to mate and to hibernate. Hmmm... I wonder why they mostly go to that cave? I don't know, but I'm not going to find out any time soon. Honestly, I'm not the least bit afraid of bats. They are always in the barns. As long as you don't try to touch them, we can live in harmony. The tour guide told us that bats eat an estimated 40,000 pounds of bugs EVERY NIGHT in the park. That's a lot of bugs!!! I hate bugs. Thank God for bats!
Moving on, we found miniature golf. This would not be my idea of excitement, but killed some time. We were the only min-golfers there, so we weren't rushed. Keith kept score and cheated - he didn't give me as many strokes as I deserved on some of the holes. The longer we golfed, the lazier I got about even trying. Keith should be credited for TWO "Hole in Ones" though.



Coffee time at "The Fuzzy Duck." There is no Starbucks in town. This tiny coffee shop brews a yummy cup of coffee and has many delectable treats. I brought home a sample of Kentucky Bourbon flavored coffee to share with my co-workers. They always bring home salt water taffy from the beach... hmmm... none of that in KY. But Kentucky is known for it's Bourbon, so this will suffice.
I've had Betta fish over the past several years. One named Marvin at work. He didn't last long. I'm wondering if too many of us were tapping on the glass too much. The next one was Oscar and he lived for about 2 years, but recently died. The third was actually Keith's and we took it to Kentucky when we moved. He died after we were away for a weekend. Anyway, all those trips back and forth in the airplane I used to read the in-flight magazines and catalog. This fish bowl was always something that I saw and thought "I want that!" Keith was obviously listening when I saw it in a store the other day and said "WOW - I want that!" Needless to say, Keith said that we can go pick out my new Betta as soon as we get back from vacation!
Something else I've been wanting... Thanks Keith... Your gifts were ever so thoughtful. You're the greatest!!!