After checking out Grandpa’s power station, we continued north toward West York to try to see if we could catch up to Mom’s adoptive brother Marty Bill who I’ve not seen since the early 1970s.
We’d gotten a tip on where he might be by our friends at the cafe downtown and we certainly had a scenic journey past and round Lake Walton trying to find him but other than having a few dogs barking at us that we had no desire to challenge at one place and what appeared to be an abandoned homestead at an address we found via a property public records search, sadly we weren’t able to find him.
After a hour of searching and coming to the conclusion that we’d been sent on a wild goose chase, it was time to head back in the general direction of home.
We’d pass through Marshall IL and north of Terre Haute IN on our way to Indianapolis. We were targeting staying in Georgetown KY just north of Lexington and we’d end up at the hotel right across the street from the one we’d stayed at a few days earlier.
We’d made a pit stop in Hebron KY (in more ways than one!) where we were able to make our reservations for the night which we were really, really hoping would be far less harrowing than what we’d experienced the night before!
This was also where the hire car decided to turn on a couple of yellow indicators which looked more than a little bit scary.
The first one turned out to not be so scary as it was noticing that the windshield washer fluid was critically low but I wasn’t interested in paying this petrol station’s prices for a bottle of fluid.
The other indicator was a bit more concerning…the oil life percentage indicator was now in the teens. I wasn’t particularly interested in giving Avis a free oil change and the less I spoke to their useless call centre people, the better so I figured we’d go ahead and press ahead figuring the percentage would probably show a similar if not slower speed of dropping as the Traverse does (as the Traverse likes to eat the occasional quart of oil).
The rest of the ride to Georgetown was pretty uneventful (and rather pretty once we got out of the Cincinnati area) reinforcing just how beautiful a state Kentucky is.
We rolled up to the hotel and with a bit of trepidation made our way to the check-in desk where a very friendly gent rocking a University of Kentucky sweatshirt was waiting for us.
I let him know the name on the reservation and he turns round to two sets of papers and room keys on the bureau behind him and less than two minutes we were already done and checked in! And that was with a reservation we’d made just about a hour before arriving at the hotel.
The gent and I had a bit of a laugh about just how boring that check-in process was and how welcome that was after giving him a very brief overview of the previous night’s farce!
Mom got quickly settled in her room and I was fairly quickly in mine and I was planning on taking complete advantage of the hot tub downstairs.
I didn’t plan on spending nearly four hours down there but that tub was so wonderful as was a very comfy bed… 🙂
