Birthday Done!

Today was a bit different in that I usually settle on a campground for the next night and set a course for it.  Today, I opted to just point toward Cincinnati and then look for a campground when I start getting tired.  The problem came when I got tired way too soon.

We poked along Hwy 50 in the direction of Cincinnati.  My intention was to take it easy, but it seems the truckers had a different idea.  After all, with Labor Day looming, most would want to get home for the weekend.  Most of Hwy 50 in this area is two lane and the trucks began stacking up behind me and I just could not let myself be the bottleneck.  So, I stepped it up until I spied a sign about an old covered bridge off the highway a piece and I grabbed the opportunity to pull off.  It turned out to be a nice side trip.

About 4 miles off Hwy 50 is the little town of Medora and it's where the Medora covered bridge is...can you imagine that?  The bridge crosses the east fork of the White River just southeast of Medora.  And, they have a very nice quiet shady park and picnic ground there.  Hey!  Now that's what I'm talking about.  The bridge even has its own website.  We stopped and I took Ditto out for a walk and to take some photos.

Of course, the photos on the website are better, but these are mine.

After Ditto and I toured the bridge park, we ate a light lunch then I took a short nap...for about an hour and a half.

While I was napping, some guy came along and was telling some other visitors all about the history of the bridge and the bridge support group.  He wasn't talking to Joyce, but she said he may as well had as he was quite vocal.  The guy said the bridge had been set fire by vandals three times in the last five years so members of the support group volunteer their time to patrol the bridge.  They're hoping to get a surveillance system installed one day.  Be sure to check out the bridge website.

Here I am after my nap, listening to Joyce tell about the "tour guide" who had told the entire park about the bridge.

After the bridge break, I was much more conditioned to handle the stress of the truckers.  So, we worked our way back to Hwy 50 where I fueled up and jumped in line.  We made it to Versailles where there is a large State park with a large campground.  It was nearly empty, but nice.  The agent that came to collect the fee said the park, with over 225 campsites, was fully booked for next weekend (Labor Day).

Okay, it's time for Taps.