Filling in the blanks

This fall is simply bustling in central Indiana. As I'm sure is true in many parts of the country, you can just feel the excitement of fall. The crisp air carrying a mixture of glorious odors from wood fire smoke to barbecue and even the waft of fall leaves every once in a while. Although the dry hot summer may have diminished the color of the season, the maple trees are beginning to express themselves on a daily basis. Friday nights bring the sounds of bands and cheers and fireworks to the small towns as folks rally around the high school football teams. Other nights and Saturdays moms and dads huddle together under blankets as their kids run around in long socks and shorts kicking a spotted ball at each other.The fields along the highways and back roads are becoming increasingly flat as dust clouds rise behind harvesting equipment and truck away to haul away the spoils of the season's labor coupled with the provision from above. (Meager as it was this year.).
This week as highway 26 became passable, I had more decisions to make. With daylight shrinking around me, in some ways, I'm relieved to have a wider, straighter route to and from Lafayette, yet it was difficult to say goodbye to my discoveries on the alternate routes. With the Fairmount James Dean Festival, Jonesboro River Run, and Gas City Ducktail Run all occurring this weekend (you'll have to go to past posts for those websites or go find them yourself.) I started seeing more and more vintage cars and hot rods on the road each day. Today, they are filling the streets of these otherwise sleepy communities. Talk about bringing back memories. Although folks of all ages have come to town, I'm convinced that the mean age of people in southern Grant County will go up significantly this weekend. People who can sing the words to "See ya later alligator" and "Peggy Sue" from memory gather to ogle each other's pride and joy machines and tell the same stories they have told each other annually. Thursday night, I decided to take 26 all the way to Fairmount to see how they were transforming that town for the arrival of nostalgia hunting visitors. Even then, I was seeing restored old cars on the road all the way from Russiaville to Gas City. Last night since the weather was just wonderful, I wanted to take advantage of waning sunshine to try to get some pictures of a pumpkin patch just west of Greentown that had emerged as pumpkin leaves began to fade, revealing those orange orbs of autumn joy. It worked out perfectly. Please enjoy the pictures and little movie (If I can get it to upload)... You can see that I was taking the first picture with the camera pointed toward the east. If you don't see the clue that tells you this, you'll have to comment to get more clues... Of course if you figure it out, feel free to brag about your powers of observation.Also, I should warn you that although I have tried to catch them all, my computer is again typing extra t's at random. Please pretend you are reading phone text and read the words I meant to type along with those on the page.

A few loose ends

This morning, as I got in the car, it was sprinkling., By the time I got to Kokomo, it was raining pretty heavy. I started thinking about that rather narrow road that I usually take (See alternate routes).   These old eyes don't do very well driving at night because those glaring lights seem to make it difficult.  In the rain, the wet streets magnify that problem. So I decided to take the Burlington route. The advantage was that  I got to go past that little Italian place and get the name: Juliano's.  Sorry, no web site to post. Guess you'll have to ask a local if it's worth trying.

I had seen several signs for the KolKolMah &; Foster doins which is this weekend. Here's the site: KOLKOLMAH It's a a reenactment centered on the French and Indian War. Does it make you wonder where the name of the city of Kokomo came from? (I'm resisting the urge to go check that out).  The deal seems very much like the Mississinewa 1812 in October which is a reenactment of battles in the War of 1812. Here's that site: 1812. We went to that several years ago.. Very realistic. On the Radio I heard about the Burlington Fall Festival which started tonight (helping me decide not to bring that route back to Gas City. Here's some info on that. (The "chicken drop" sounded interesting) Burlington Fall Festival . There seem tot be celebrations and festivals all over Indiana. Something coming up in Lebanon, the "Ducktail Run" in Gas City in Late September if you like old hot rods. I've obviously been to that and it is impressive. When I was waiting for Georgia to get out of foot surgery a couple of years ago, a guy in the waiting room was wearing a Ducktail Run T-shirt. (In Urbana, Illinois)... He said he wouldn't miss one. Here's that site; DUCKTAIL. That is paired with the nearby James Dean Festival in Fairmount. Here's a link to explain that; JAMES DEAN   Of course there's the Covered Bridge Festival in Parke County in October. We went for about 25 years without missing one, but haven't been there for several years. Here's that site:  CBF  Back to the present, Jonesboro (Next to Gas City) is having Old Settler's Day tomorrow (Sept 15). Seems lots of communities celebrate Old Settler's Days. As a kid, I remember going tot Old Settler's Days in Columbia City which is a summer festival.  While I was looking stuff up for this post, I stumbled onto a site that seems tot list similar celebrations all over Indiana. Some of those I've mentioned are listed here, plus lot's more. Here's that site: Sept Indiana events. I;m sure there are many more, but since I was on a roll thought I'd give you something to think about if you're in the area and bored.

So did you make a guess about the water fountain???? If not, go back one post and give it a go before going on here.  HMMM HMMM ... You back??? OK.. I happened onto a worker who I thought might have been at the Purdue Vet Clinic long enough tot know about the fountain. I of course had to tell her MY story about the fountain. She said, "No... they painted it... I took a closer look and she was correct.. I could see the brush strokes... So it is still the fountain I drank from in 67-68.. Her parting comment was, "It still has the best water in the building. Wow... talk about durable equipment...It's an OASIS in case you're in the market. The company is still in business, but their fountains look a whole lot different. Check it out.. OASIS FOUNTAIN

Thinking there was one more thing I wanted to share here.... Well, it's been that kind of week. You might have to check back here now and again in case it comes to me later...


AHAH!!!
It's Saturday morning and the head is a bit more clear. The other thing I wanted to bring up was my encounter with folks in Greentown, Indiana. For 3 weeks, I have been driving through Greentown night and morning. I had noticed a sign that I thought a bit strange. It reads, "I Don't Care". Each time I would drive by, I would try to read more of the sign as well as the mobile sign that was sitting down on the parking lot beside it. I finally understood that it was an eating establishment. My mind started paging through reasons to name a Restaurant "I Don't Care"... All I could get was, I don't care about  eating healthy, this stuff is really good and I'm gonna eat it. That reminds me of another story that I might as well tuck in here. Years ago we were acquainted with a minister of the gospel who was at the time leading a large choir in a church in Sweden... It is important to note that the is black. (this is a rabbit trail off a rabbit trail)... Somehow we got to see a video of his choir.. If you saw any of the Whitney Houston services or have had the opportunity to attend a classic black church service, you have an idea of what we heard... But imagine that sound and exuberance but with all the choir members white and most of them blond. It does a number on your psyche.  Back to the original rabbit trail. So Alphonso (the black minister) went to Red Lobster to eat with us and as we pondered the menu, he said, "as I make eating decisions, I must decide if the taste will be worth the calories".  OK, back to the main message. Finally one evening this week, I saw a couple of folks standing out front and in keeping with the statement I made a few posts back, I stopped in to get the bottom line. As I walked up I noticed that these guys had "I Don't Care" T-shirts on. So I gave them my story and one pointed to the other and said, "There's the guy, it was his idea."... Are you way ahead of me here???? I missed the obvious completely. He said, "When you get in the car and ask each other where you want to go eat, what is the usual first answer?"... .I smacked myself on the forehead and replied, (you guessed it),.., "I Don't Care".. So many times, that protracted discussion in trying to make that eating out decision can be shortcut by simply answering, "OK, let's go to Greentown"... It hasn't worked out to try it yet, but they gave me a menu and although it is mostly variations of burgers, they do seem to have some interesting items. They said they are on Facebook, so you can look them up there if you're interested. 

Some things DO change

If you go back to July 29, 2008 you will see one of the images below of the water fountain in the Large Animal Hospital at Purdue University that was the same fountain, I drank from as a student 1967-68.  They had remodeled much of the vet school, but that blessed water fountain was still there. Nothing gives you that deja vu feeling like drinking from the same water fountain... Well, maybe there are others, but the feeling was there. I pictured myself with black hair (hair) in my knee-high brown rubber boots and brown coveralls, with my stethoscope and hoof knife in my pockets along with my "little book" of important facts I was sure I would need on a daily basis.

 

If you've read this blog recently, you know that I have been again working at Purdue. Earlier this summer, I had the opportunity to approach "that" water fountain again... Weird feeling... The deja vu wasn't there. I looked around and thought. This one doesn't look new, but I think it's different".  So for a few weeks, that thought ran through my head. I went back several times thinking it was different. I finally made the decision that it hadn't been painted and it wasn't the same, but the "spout" really looked like the old one. These things cause me undue  stress. I toyed with finding a building service worker or calling maintenance to find out what they had done with this revered fountain. One of the things I MAY be learning is that some mysteries can go unsolved and the world will keep on turning and I can stay on it.This may be one of those mysteries. I can be a "better man" by "letting it go", right? So you can share in my revelation that it truly is different. Maybe they found a new jacket to fit a 40 year old fountain??? Hmm. well here is a picture of it today from my old bar phone. Don't remember if I took the original picture with that phone or actually had a camera. The image today is a bit fuzzy. I was probably shaking with excitement. Here it is in 2012.

Now, I'm going to give you a taste of what I deal with when someone brings me poor quality "x-rays" and says, "is there any change between these two date?"... Here are "close ups" of the spout on the fountain in 08 and 2012. Is it the same spout or did they change the whole fountain??? I am looking at the green copper sulfate that seems to be crusting the spout.

So there is the green patina on both, right? Is it in the same pattern?? If not could it have changed over the 4 years of people slaking their thirst? You should be complaining that the pictures are taken from different angles and the definition isn't very good, and the lighting is different, and, and, and.... Yeah, yeah yeah... I'm not paying you tot critique my images, I'm paying you to give me an answer... Oops, sorry, I lapsed into some of the comments I have heard as I labored to give a correct answer.. I'm sorry that I didn't have the original picture in front of me and a good camera in my hand today, so I could make a comparable image. I could go back now that I have refreshed my memory of the original, but probably won't. 

You know this isn't over. No I won't go searching for a person with knowledge (maybe).. but I will keep my eyes and ears open just in case the answer is right there available.  Stay tuned... I'm not promising, but an answer may come.

Life in pictures

Wouldn't you know it. I post my thoughts about life, then this evening while getting back to my overlooked e-mails, I get a great message from my cousin Dave titled "no truer message" or something like that. As I thumb through it, I see that much of it is what I was trying to say toward the end, but said much better. So I downloaded the frames. I don't know the origin, but assume there aren't copyright issues.Hopefully I can get them up in order.
If the whole picture isn't visible to you, click on the first one, then the rest should be in a strip along the bottom and you can click on them in succession. Beyond the next line there is nothing in this post but pictures.
My added words are not needed:

What is Life?

I will warn you. If you are looking for enjoyment or entertainment, read no further. Click Next. and go on with your life. My purpose is simply to air some troublesome thinking that has been occupying my thoughtspace and perhaps give some folks a jumping off place to develop a deeper understanding of life.  Not from what I have "discovered", but what you find as you stop for a moment, put down your smart phone, shut off the TV and radio and listen. It is so easy to develop tunnel vision when there is so much more. There must be more to "life" than amassing goods, experiences, and power. A scripture says something like this; we are intended for the glory of God... my, my, how does that play out?
 
Last spring several concepts were thrust to the forefront of my mind that seemed to conflict with one another. That conflict reminded me of the story about the little boy who was walking along the beach throwing washed up starfish back into the ocean. There were myriads of starfish on the beach. A man happened on the boy and asked him what he thought the was doing and summarized their conversation with a word of wisdom. "You really can't make a difference.".  The boy retorted as he tossed another starfish back to safety, "it will make a difference to that one!"
One of the concepts was the vastness of creation. That is well presented in this website. Scale
How insignificant we are in comparison to planets in size and time, yet how immense we are related to beings that scurry about on a grain of sand.
As 2 of our sons adopted children who would most likely not be living today had they not found homes in Illinois and I marvel at the decision making process that occurs on some scale as to which ones . As Greg and Aidan interfaced with all those kids in Swaziland, you must wonder why. Many of the little ones who captured their hearts will not be living in a few years. Which one or two of those kids will not only survive, but make a difference to others in the future; and to how many others? 10, 100, or millions. For a glimpse into that world take a look at knowntome. As the "underprivileged" youth of our nation complain because they can't have the latest athletic shoes or jackets, or jewelry unless they steal it, I think about these kids of Swaziland who only desire a bowl of soup and maybe a second hand T-shirt as they play with sticks and rocks. What is poverty? What is Life?
For months now, we have been helping care for Georgia's mother who has now been bedfast for a few weeks, but could not be left alone since November 2011. Here we are 3, people (Georgia, her sister, and I) with 33 dependents to love and interact with, spending most of our time caring for this 1 person who has become extremely needy with nothing but pain and anxiety to look forward to each day on this earth.  Why?  Well, maybe McDonald's coffee with 3 creams and a mini-milkyway. What's the purpose? You would say, "at least she is living".. And I ask, "what is life?"  We pray daily that she use this time to draw herself ever closer to her Lord and Savior.  Is she living or existing? What is Life?
If we weren't here caring for her, what would we be doing? First, probably spending time with our kids and grandkids (and great grandson). Then we would be "updating" our house. A noble cause, right?? As I look at the pictures from Swaziland, I must wonder what is wrong with our house, but then compared with the digs we see on the HGTV and TLC programs, we live in a dump... What is the purpose of a dwelling? Another thing we would be doing is traveling to "see the world".. We had so much enjoyed our 4 year soiree across the USA and hope it hasn't ended. (you'll have to go back to 2008 in my blog posts to understand this if you don't know already. Yet, we desire to got to Alaska, Hawaii, Europe, Israel, etc. etc. etc. Doesn't everyone??? But for what purpose? To see where our newly adopted grandsons were born? Probly not... To experience the lifestyles of those who live on $250 or less a year? Probly not. Must say that the purpose is most likely to experience the grandeur that we read about and see on TV and to say we have been there and done that.... Is this life? Some folks would say, Yes it is. Others would think us so vain.
By this time you may be ready tot quit, thinking I've gone off the deep end and you don't want to go with me... Or you may be thinking, "It's not that hard, Steve, all you need to know is....... " Maybe so; maybe not". I am reminded of the quote, "vanity, vanity, all is vanity" which tells me that I am not the first one to pass this way. The question I'm probably wrestling with is that asked years ago by Dr. Francis A. Schaeffer Christian Manifesto.  His question (and title of a book) was "How shall we then live". Which could be translated, "What is Life?  Where do we draw the line? Should we be laying our all on the alter to care for others when "others" may or may not make a difference in the scheme of life? Should we earn lots of money so we can give to "meaningful" causes... Meaningful to who (whom?) People causes, Women's causes, Christian causes, Animal causes, Political causes... Oh my!!!!! How do we make and justify those decisions?: After all this is America. Shouldn't I be able to drive a "nice" vehicle and live in a "nice" house and, and and????? How many people (or animals) have I helped today???? How many people have I "saved" today.... Uhoh!! Well, how many people have I "witnessed to" today? How many church services did I miss this year? and Why???? What am I driving at now??? Who's yardstick by which do you measure your life??? If you use that from anyone but yourself, I'm convinced you will either be wasting your time and effort or feel like a failure. As I mentally go round and round this bush, I still end up at the same place. Jeremiah 29:11 Gives me some encouragement. Proverbs 11:25 tells me what to do, although there could be ulterior motive in giving here, God also says, "I prosper you so that you can be generous". (Not "I prosper you so you can pay taxes)  Oops, got a little political there. For me it still comes down to Micah 6:8. I must believe that He will give me the answers I need and all this mental rhetoric is truly vain. No wonder Jesus had to come and prepare the way and provide my passage. I would drive myself insane manipulating my way through this maze we call life. I would constantly waffle between self indulgence and self flagellation. I can't worry about what you or the neighbor or friends I haven't seen in years or anyone thinks about my path. I must pay attention and use others as I sound my way along the channel, but I must make the decisions that I believe are correct for me. I WILL disappoint some and disgust others. I hope to bless as many as possible, but in the end, their blessing is their own responsibility as they respond to "life". Simply, "a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do"... Sorry, it just fit so well. It is followed by a saying that has recently become a favorite to me; "what is.... IS"... and believe it or not, compared to some, "life is good".
I had thought I would let this post ferment a bit longer before putting it down, but this morning, I got in the vehicle and flipped on the radio to hear a familiar song. That song was the stimulus to go ahead and get this out of my "system". If you think your life doesn't make a difference in the grand scheme of things or if your on the other end of the spectrum and think you're "all that"... take a listen. As I said this is an old song. How many times have you heard or said, "all I want is a simple 'thank you'". Please don't do anything to get a "thank you" or even expect a "thank you". So often the person you are doing something for isn't in an emotional state to say thank you or "doesn't know any better"... If you do it for the reward, whatever it is, you are missing it. It just "feels good" to do something (especially if it's not expected)   I know; if it is expected, it doesn't feel good and that's when you really do want a thank you. And I know that I am rattling and rambling on here when you got the point a while back.
Just listen and enjoy. Yes, we've reached that point; Enjoy!!! Don't you dare beat yourself up. If the song stimulates you to enjoy some "thank you's" enjoy them. If it stimulates you to do something your heart and "that little voice" have been telling you to do; "just do it"...
I'll leave you with one more little bit of goo before you click on the link for the song. It was the motto of the Silver Lake High School (Indiana) Class of 1960... "TO MAKE THE BEST BETTER".



Thank you!

Alternate routes

If you find extra "t"s in this post, please ignore them. My keyboard has chosen to throw one in every once in a while. I tried to get thtem all, but tmay have missed a few. like the two extra in the preceding sentence.
As I have been working at Purdue for a few weeks while we are stationed in Gas City, IN, I have been driving the 73 miles across the farmland of central Indiana. The normal route is to drop down to Fairmount, Fairmount"where cool was born"... cause it's the hometown of the late, late James Dean..... then take 26 straight across the south edge of Kokomo where Strother Martin was raised (look him up; yes you do know him)..  and take 26 all the way to West Lafayette, the home of the Boilermakers. That route takes me through Russiaville, the littlte town that was destroyed by tornado in 1965 and has rebuilt into a nice country town. Then it's Rossville and a myriad of tiny wide spots like Gettingsville, Mount Edna,Sedalia, Middlefork and Pettit before the ever extended entrance to Lafayette. However, this spring, highway 26 renovation resulted in closing that road from Highway 31 to Russiaville. Thus began my quest for the best alternative route. Since Gas City is on 22, my first attempt was to just stay on 22 through Kokomo which took me past a quaint little Italian eatery kind of out in the middle of nowhere. Google doesn't seem to know it, and I forgot the name, but for you local people it's at the corner of Markland (county road 00 N/S) and Dixon Road, but the creek. The drive from Highway 31 to Dixon Road isn't too pleasant as it sort of goes through an industrial area, with a nice nursery and a couple of cool church settings. You go north a bit on Dixon road to pick up 22 again which takes you to the charming little town of Burlington. I didn't even know it was there, but looks like a really nice place to live unless you like hustle and bustle. burlington indiana site The really strange thing is that out there in the middle of nowhere south of Burlington on 29 is a truck wash. Really busy place. Problem is that as you will see further down, I'm not going that way now and I forgot that name also.. Just after the truck wash, I get back on 26 and head west again. Although I enjoyed much of this drive, I felt there surely was a better way. Garmin was no good to me cause she always wanted to take me back through Russiaville, even if it was backtracking. Maybe I need to update those maps, cause she has a one track mind. With my early history of delivering coal and feed all over southern Kosciusko County and the feeling that if you stay away from rivers, while driving in northern Indiana, you should be able to make 4 right turns and end up where you started, I decided I could figure out at least an alternative route in case I got bored with this trip. So the next time I came "home", After turning north on 29 toward Burlington, I took the first country road east. It worked except that the first few miles were on a really narrow road and it seemed I wasn't the only one who found this route. I took it to Dixon Road which I remembered and went north to that Italian place to catch 22 and head east again. Different, but not really better. So next time while on that country road (W county road 250S) I passed up Dixon Road which was at another interesting looking Italian Eatery (Mikes Italian Grill). That put me on Alto Road which dropped me off on 31. With a little more adjusting by heading south on South county road 870 W, I avoided that really narrow road and got back on 26 just west of Russiaville, saving about 10 miles of driving on that narrow road. I took you through a lot of meaningless detail to bring you to a really pleasant drive through the south central part of Kokomo, Indiana that I didn't know existed. There is a rather new Western High School, then in West Middleton, Affordable Animal Care, a delightful looking place in a down home sort of way. Not your spit and polish place, but not really scary. I guess it was the Orange and Blue painted equipment that drew my attention. It is apparently a grooming facility, but just east of it and probably associated with it, was a  Dog Park with the orange and blue equipment. One night while passing by, I saw a class of really alert looking German Shepherd Dogs obediently sitting by their handlers. West of there was Farlow's Orchard. whose address is actually Russiaville. In West Middleton, John Worthington has a photographic studio in a small remodeled church.. Really cool setting. John Worthington Photography  Seems it was east of there where I ran across Good Hope Equestrian Center. My limited internet search tells me there is more here than I understand. Here is the only site I could find for the local center. Good Hope Howard County Indiana The address is again Russiaville. But while searching, I found a Miami, FL site with similar decor that is all about a non-profit riding center for handicapped folks. I'm guessing it's a branch of the same, but not sure. Here is the other site. Good Hope, Miami
My point with all this is that we never know what is just around the corner. If it hadn't been for the roadwork, I would never have known that Burlington or West Middleton existed, let alone Western High School, and all the businesses along alternate routes. Oh, I forgot. Seems about 6pm each evening, those 2 rather large goats get hungry for the grass that is about a foot from their fence and are down on their knees reaching for all they are worth for that last tasty morsel. I expect some evening to find them quizically pacing along the outside of the fence trying to figure out how to get back in. I also forgot that what really stimulated this post was the dipsy doodle driving along county road 250. There are a couple of places where you go down, then up and the trees on each side of the road reach across to each other. If we have any kind of fall color, I expect that part to be really pretty. However, knowing that dark closes in on both ends of the day during the fall, all that color could be hidden in darkness.
I must relate last Tuesday morning on my newfound route. Many of th schools around Kokomo were on a 2 hour delay due to fog. I had to label it a "one pole fog" meaning that you could only see one power pole along the road at a time. When you passed one, you could see the next. Fortunately I had used my odometer earlier to determine which of my "new" routes was the shortest in miles and time. Turns out it was Alto Road (250) to 870 to 26. I used those odometer reading s to help me locate my turns because you could not see at all. I drove most of the route with my hazard flashers on, cause I didn't want to surprise anyone, especially those fools who weren't able to slow down. Just before Gettingsville, the semi in front of me stopped and I thought it was a school bus which I frequently had to wait for on that route. Howerver it was too long and cars ahead of the semi started turning and going back. As it turns out, there was an accident. I didn't know what, but it looked like it would be a while. So I followed suite and went back to catch a country road. Remember 4 right (or left) turnds should bring you back, so 3 such turns should bypass the accident and send you on your merry way... It did work, but I can tell you that driving between mature cornfields where you couldn't see the second row because of fog was a bit harried. When I got to work that morning, I felt like I had already worked a full day... And for this 70 year old, that's saying a lot.
If anyone knows when 26 will open this fall please let me know. Although I've really enjoyed these alternate routes, I've "been there; done that" and since I expect most of the fall drive to be in the dark, I prefer the straight shot through Russiaville.
Being a veterinarian, I would be amiss if I didn't mention the veterinary establishments I pass on my way to work. Question for you. As you travel do you notice and point out each and every one of the veterinary clinics you pass??? Georgia and I have come to do that pretty consistently. If not, what is it that you always notice? Rug shops, McDonalds, Starbucks????
So as I leave Gas City, I pass the Greentown, Veterinary Hospital on Highway 22 (their website doesn't seem to work today). The next place is Tri County Veterinary Service along 26. Tri County seems to be a popular name for veterinary services across the country. Here is the closest I could come for a website, (Ttri County Vet Russiaville)    
In Rossville there is the Wayside Veterinary Clinic, Wayside Rossville  Jessica, one of the technologists at work lives near there. As I approach Lafayette via that extended east side of town, I pass the Lafayette Veterinary Hospital.Lafayette Veterinary Hospital  Looks like quite an operation.
If you go way back to maybe 2008 in my posts, you will see that I discovered the Igloo south of Layette which I found was a branch of the original one near Columbia Park that we enjoyed so much back in the 60's.. Well there is another along Highway 26 east of town. So my car has decided to make a further alternate route and take me to that Igloo for a pick me up treat on the way home. Not every day..... but far too often.   mmmm good. Here's as close as I can come for a site: Igloo
So the next time you are forced to take an alternate route, whether it be on the road or in life, don't lament.. I was once told that when reading the Bible and you see a "therefore" find out what it is there for...... When you are forced into an alternate route; see what extra's God has planned to include in your life. Just from these little experiences, I can see 4-5 brand new experiences I must choose from. Do I want to know more about Good Hope Equestrian?? What about stopping to check out that dog training center? Maybe stop in at one of those veterinary clinics to introduce myself and see what their passion is.... I do enjoy doing that from time to time. Asking questions of strangers is a lost art and can be so rewarding. One more rabbit trail before I close. When I work with veterinary students, I have this habit of asking where they are from... Really interesting to know... So here I am in Indiana, where I grew up. A few weeks ago, I was working with a group of students and started the session by asking them were they were from. I will shorten this by saying that one of them said "Columbia, City, Indiana".. I said, "well that's where my family is from, what's your last name"... She said "Auer"... OMG.... That was the maiden name of my dad's grandmother. We talked further to find that she grew up in the same Lutheran church that my dad did and many of my relatives are buried in that cemetery...Which explained why she pronounced my name correctly.  This small world is getting smaller. Make your interfaces while you can.
If you like maps; here are a few.

Original route in green. Alternate 1 in yellow.

Alternate 1  Road 22 to Burlington

Italian eatery in green

Road 250 through W. Middleton