Travel Date: 7/13
From Kentucky, it seemed just a matter of making back to home base. Still, another 700ish miles lay ahead. With most of our camping gear now drenched and the thought of a warm bed and hot meal beginning to tease our tired bodies, we pressed on a little further to make the final few legs of our drive a bit easier. Post spelunking, we mustered up whatever remaining energy we could and put ourselves another 250 miles closer to home, bunking up for the night in Huntington, WV (home of the Marshall Thundering Herd). One particular moment on the road that deserves mention came just outside of Lexington, Kentucky as we drove due East. Several miles ahead of us, we learned that some manner of biohazard spill had shut down all four lanes of the interstate. [Editor’s note: Local news stories revealed this event led to be the beginnings of a zombie uprising, quickly quelled by the shotgun to farmer ratio of the local populace]. My life’s experience (and federal law) typically dictates that this is where you moan, curse and sit in bumper to bumper traffic while an inefficient detour eventually diverts your course. Not in Kentucky, however. One by one, and then all at once, dozens of cars began coming straight at us, mind you they were now driving toward oncoming traffic while changing across multiple lanes at once. Somehow we survived this dangerously bizarre encounter.
- The Carpenter
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