Hello hello everyone! First off thanks for your patience! I know I had been updating nightly but with the Cardinals game last night I was out later than expected and I wanted to get up early this morning and go so I pushed it off.
So let’s jump right in!
It’s often said that the quickest way from one point to another is a straight line. However, the most entertaining way from one point to another often includes some standard, and non standard, deviations.
So leaving Cincinnati I was eager to see what St. Louis had in store for me. However, there were a few pit stops and detours on the way. A couple of them planned and one spur of the moment.
The first detour was Louisville, KY. While looking at the route from Cincy to St. Louis I realized that I’d be passing directly through Louisville and I couldn’t pass through Louisville without stopping at the Louisville Slugger Museum and getting a nice picture of the ginormous bat outside. Unfortunately the museum wasn’t open yet when I got there but I was still able to get some pretty sweet pictures of that bat which you’ll be able to check out in the highlight reel.
Next stop on the detour train was a breakfast place in Louisville called Wagner’s Pharmacy and Diner. A staple in Louisville since 1922 I decided to get a good breakfast in me before continuing on to St. Louis. Boy, I was not let down. I ordered Pam & Jack’s Omelette. Now I don’t know who the heck Pam and Jack are but they make one hell of an omelette. It consisted of green pepper, onion, tomato, ham, bacon, sausage, and two cheeses. This monstrosity also came with two biscuits. After cleaning my plate it was no wonder why I wasn’t hungry again until about 8pm.
The last stop on this train of deviations was a rather unexpected one. Driving along highways in Indiana was what you’d expect. Cornfield, cornfield, cornfield, tractor, cornfield, cornfield, cornfield, cornfield, horse, cornfield, cornfield. However, I started seeing signs for Santa Claus. Now to say I didn’t know what the hell the signs were for would be an understatement. Then one of the signs said Santa Claus, IN. There is a Santa Claus, Indiana? Are you shitting me? Call it a waste of time, call it cheesy, call it a tourist trap. Call it whatever you want. But when you’re raised by a woman who watches Christmas movies year round like they are just normal movies and keeps Christmas lights up until the town electrician tells her they need to come down, you pull off and find out what the heck Santa Claus, Indiana is all about.
I cannot stress this enough either, this wasn’t just one spot in a town. This entire town was Santa Claus themed. You had your typical Santa Claus toy store and gift shop, but you also had (no exaggeration whatsoever) Santa Claus Hardware and Lake Rudolph. I swear to god. If you don’t believe me please Google it.
Fearing if I stayed too long I might run into Mayor Kringle himself, I took the obligatory pictures and split.
I hopped back on the highway and headed straight for St. Louis. No more deviations, detours, or distractions.
One quick side note though, as I was driving my phone switched back an hour when I entered the Central Time Zone and I honestly had to call my dad and ask him what time it was because it threw me for that much of a loop.
Now onto St. Louis.
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