After West Virginia came Kentucky. Usually, Im not a fan of southern states. I don’t enjoy how slow they move. They’re literally slower in everything they do: talking, driving, walking, learning, evolving… But I actually enjoyed Kentucky a lot. The drive there was beautiful and full of greenery and mountains. The speed limit was 70 mph and no one was really on the roads until I got closer to Lexington. I ended up stopping first at the Raven Run Nature Sanctuary. It was a quaint little drive through horse farms and huge houses until I got to a little reservation area with different trails. If you know me, you know I get lost a lot. So, I made the wise decision to take the “blue paths” which are the easiest paths to navigate through the meadows of the sanctuary. It was around 80 degrees and sunny and just a little walk was all I needed.
I packed a peanut butter and fluff sandwich and stopped on the path to eat this while I rested up and made a 180 back to my car. I was going to check out Lexington but I didn’t feel like going into the city. Instead, I kept driving west through Louisville towards my next destination (St. Louis). I ended up getting off the highway and driving through Louisville a little which was nice. There were a lot of shops and BBQ diners to eat at but I skipped them in sake of money. There was a two way road and it wasnt difficult to navigate. Tempted by the smokey smell of barbeque chicken in the air, I kept driving until I got to a Motel 6 in Dale, Indiana. I was literally in the middle of nowhere. Immediately, I regret not getting some food in Kentucky for dinner before getting to this little place. It was a tiny little town but I did not feel afraid, I felt secure. I got comfortable in the motel room and tried to figure out the time. The nice lady at the front desk had warned me that my phone’s clock might change back and forth between eastern and central times because we were apparently right on the line. I drove a few miles down the street to get pizza from Jenk’s Pizza.
It was less than I expected, I must say. But I really don’t know why I was expecting more. However, it was still delicious and I got a “personal pizza” which was about 6 inches around and gone in 4 minutes. Driving back to the motel was a little nerve racking. I was smoking a joint and enjoying the beautiful Indiana sunset when I stopped at the only intersection of the whole town. A cop pulled up at the other side of it and I brought the joint down below the window and held in the monstrous hit I had just taken. I would’ve been holding my breath regardless because the laws in Indiana are much different than the laws in Mass and I could technically have gone to prison for up to a year and paid a $5,000 fine just for having weed on me. Anyways, I got away with it and continued back to the motel where I watched American Idol and fell sound asleep once again.
I woke up, got ready, and left the motel but on my way out, I had my first encounter with a stranger. He talked to me about his son, Aaron Singer, who lives in St. Louis (which I told him was my next destination). Apparently, his son works for Nike after he got let go by Bally Fitness (which got shut down). He’s looking for people to train as managers. Although, I don’t think Id be fit for a job, it was nice to be recognized. We talked for a while and I learned that he owns a beauty salon where he has “a bunch of girls” working for him. He just does maintenance at the motel for “insurance purposes.” He gave me his son’s business card and told me to call Nike and say I know Aaron Singer so that I could get a job. It was a great chat and we bid each other farewell as I went on my way to Missouri.