A Monologue with the Æther

It was a long day. Lots of hilly terrain and winding roads. Since I had no map of Indiana, my next target state, I attempted to reach and camp at General Butler State Resort Park in Carrollton, Kentucky. After a very long somewhat mosquito infested day, I reached Butler only to learn that the campground was full. Fortunately, the rangers were able to direct me to a commercial campground about 12 miles in the opposite direction of where I wanted to go. I arrived in the dark. The managers/owners were quite friendly, and most importantly, the campground had showers.

The thing which stands most in my memory to this day was the terrible well water in this region of Kentucky. It tasted like rust and sat heavily in my gut.