Monday, August 24, 2015

Father's Day Weekend, Day 3, Part 3 (final) = Clarksville, Indiana

Father's Day weekend was quickly ending, but we had one final stop before heading back to Chattanooga = Clarksville, Indiana, right across the Ohio River from Louisville, Kentucky.

The Clark Memorial Bridge, connecting Kentucky and Indiana (seen from the Kentucky side).

I spotted this sign while waiting for the traffic light.  Pretty surreal to think that the Ohio River separated the free North from the slave South.  That also reminds me of the Abraham Lincoln quote during the Civil War: "I hope to have God on my side, but I must have Kentucky."

The Clark Memorial Bridge

Clarksville is right next to Jeffersonville (which is immediately across the Clark Memorial Bridge).  Notice the bottom of the sign, which states that Clarksville was the first American settlement in the Northwest Territory (1783).  The town is named for American Revolutionary War general George Rogers Clark, who is far less famous than his younger brother, William Clark (of Lewis & Clark fame).

Downtown Louisville, KY

No one in our car, excepting myself, had been to Indiana before.  Fun fact = just beyond where my mother-in-law and my son were standing (as in a few feet), the land technically belongs to Kentucky. Look it up on Google Maps.  In other words, the entirety of the Ohio River behind my loved ones is Kentucky property.

My son is going to hate me in a few years, when he realizes he doesn't remember going to all of these "exotic" states.

The KFC Yum! Center, with the Clark Memorial Bridge.

My father-in-law went into this striking house to buy water (they also sell ice cream).

The Falls of the Ohio, just barely visible.

My son surveys Indiana.

The Fourteenth Street Bridge in the distance.

An egret in the Ohio (again, technically in Kentucky, not Indiana).

Coming up = North Carolina

Friday, August 21, 2015

Father's Day Weekend, Day 3, Part 2 = Louisville Slugger Factory & Museum

What's the most famous thing Louisville produces?  If you said bourbon, try again - it's the Louisville Slugger baseball bat, and the factory that creates them is a major destination for baseball fanatics.  We went after breakfast - here are the pics.

Entryway: The Signature Wall


The Yaz...


Fathers get in for free on Father's Day!  People literally cheered in line.

Exhibits just outside the factory give lots of information about how the factory began, and how trees turn into bats once inside.  This part of the factory allowed photography.

Pete Browning, aka "The Louisville Slugger," used this bat in 1887 when he hit over .400.

Pretty cool = you could use actual players' bats (under the close eye of workers).  Mickey Mantle AND Johnny Bench, to say nothing of Cal Ripken and younger players.

Babe Ruth's bat, complete with notches for home runs.




Notice the statues mingling with the tourists.





Hey, gotta start somewhere...

Log facts.





Time to go in... photography would now be prohibited.

However, I had to sneak a photo of my son, who apparently loves baseball bats as much as he loves trucks (which is A LOT).

Once out of the factory portion of the tour, we had intriguing Louisville Slugger quotes from Major Leaguers, like Derek Jeter.






These special mini-bats were awesome.  I gave my dad one for his birthday a few weeks later.


Lots of mini-bats, hanging from the ceiling.


Chris liked his mini bat.


Look at that expression of admiration.  Future ball player?

Hahaha...

MWAH...


Joe DiMaggio's bat

The bat on the left is the earliest known bat used by Jackie Robinson.  A replica of the R17 bat that Robinson used starting in 1947 is on the right.

From left = Pete Rose's bat from his 2000th base hit (1975); Johnny Bench's bat; Joe Morgan's bat.

Awesome for a Giants fan = World Series players' bats.









Ted Williams' daughter was signing her book.  She's the blonde.  I felt bad that very few people were coming to meet her.

Current standings (c'mon Giants and Yankees!).

This was very important - I stowed mine away accordingly.

Coming up = a quick jaunt to Indiana, because it was there.